Faye Sizemore

THE RATS BENEATH BAGHDAD

A tyrant has fallen to levels unthought…
a victim of the destruction he has wrought
… to himself… to his very own people
Now justice for these crimes is being sought

His hold is loosened upon a tortured land
His sword lies rusting away in the sand
Saddam… mighty leader of the pack…
emerging from a hole… like a rat

Scared… pitiful and unshaven…
not an image he wanted graven
a picture of dejection… so alone
Saddam… look around and see…

We have almost purged your home