NO SAMA, NO LADEN



I cannot smell your fetid breath,
but I bet it smells like putrid death.
I cannot look into your scabby eyes,
but I bet their full of muck and lies.
I cannot hear your chanting sheep,
but I bet you kill them in their sleep.
I cannot taste your lips, nor twisted tongue,
but I bet they’re stained by the blood of your young.
I cannot touch your hand, nor hair, nor head,
but if I could, rest assured, you’d be dead.
I cannot comprehend the hate you delve out,
Nor can I grasp the cause that you’re all about.
I do not know you, but you embody what I most detest.
Even your god wishes there’d been acid in your mother’s breast.
Saying you were Satan would be giving you too much worth,
You haven’t that much power, not in this universe, not here on Earth.
You think you’ve done something, think you’ve wreaked havoc and fear.
You think you’re really someone, think you’ve robbed us of all cheer.
You're nothing, you rancid, unfathomable breeze of squalid putrescence,
Your darkness is pitiable, you cannot obscure our luminescence.
You may can shake us, but you cannot break us, in our shoes we shall not quake.
Lady Liberty still shines, guiding ships to freedom, for freedom’s sake.
Yes, Usama, yes truly, Bin Laden, this concept is beyond your intellect.
You’re a venom, an STD, you exist solely to taint and to infect.
The joke’s on you, puissant, you paltry, lily-livered, brainless fraud.
Don’t you know? Martyrs die, and you shall too, but you’ll never win, by God!
The American flag still boldly waves, her colors proud and true;
No Sama, no Laden, you shall disintegrate in the strength of red, white, and blue.



Copyright © 2002 by Elizabeth Ann Lopez


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