8/12/2005

Christmas in Baghdad - 2005

'Twas the night before Christmas,
In a land full of sand
Santa finds himself in a roof
With no chimney at hand

Avoiding the broken glass
Santa enters the home
A soldier lay sleeping--
Silent, alone

Santa couldn't help but wonder
How many lay alone
On a cold Christmas eve,
In a land far from home.

Then Santa proceeded
To the president’s Crawford home
Thousands of presents there
More yet to come

As Santa looked
The president bathed in oil, black as his heart
Such foul bath, yet Bush rejoiced
I do not mourn for the dead, he said, that sets me apart

'Bring it on', he cried
I want more, more than i have got
For it will never be enough
As long as someone else has it and I.. do.. not

But wait, the black oil is tainted
Red, bright as a ruby, thicker than oil
A drop of blood glistened
Blood of soldiers, soaking the sandy soil

So Santa decided then and there
To switch the soldier with the president
And leave then as they were

Upon awakening in a bloody oil bath
The soldier had no choice other than wait
For he could not fight his own president
A president who used him as bait

The president awakened crying for servants,
I need more oil',' i don't like this sands
Upon realizing he was in Iraq
Thereas no more “Bring it on”, the child-prince wet his pants

But Santa, unmoved, left things as they were
For such a naughty child deserved this
A lump of coal punishes childlike errors
A ton of sand and blood would punish his

SO THIS IS THE STORY OF CHRISTMAS
IN A LAND FULL OF SAND
AND BLOOD AND OIL, AND GREED OF MAN
IT REMINDS US CHRIST DIED FOR OUR SINS
SO THAT WE WILL BE READY TO FIGHT THE EVIL FROM WITHIN


lawnorder: TWAS the night before Christmas

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