So Dubya wants to leave the stage <br />in righteous, radioactive rage. <br />He figures that by being tough <br />the effort may yet be enough <br />to have the people keep him there <br />as logical and rightful heir. <br /> <br />Drop bombs and other friendly fire <br />onto the people, what a liar <br />who has condemned allies and friends <br />to wait until the folly ends. <br /> <br />Hold on there, cowboy, time is up! <br />Just have a look at your own cup! <br />We threw the gangster Howard out <br />demoted him to walkabout. <br />It's time the warmongers and crooks <br />be hung from sturdy butcher's hooks. <br /> <br />No people ought to be subjected <br />to orders from above, directed <br />at special interests in the name <br />of freedom, what a dirty shame. <br /> <br />Just have a look and see who runs <br />the poisons, oilrigs and the guns <br />and who will benefit from it <br />I say, let us indict, to wit, <br />let's lock them up without a trial <br />and let them fester there a while. <br /> <br />Well, George, now Tony Blair has gone <br />and Howie, you will soon move on. <br />You have not covered your small head <br />with glory, and it must be said <br />that they will read in hist'ry books <br />just how we recognised you crooks. <br /> <br />And that we learned by observation <br />that help is needed for this nation. <br />Ideals were lost and hopes were shattered, <br />as if those values never mattered. <br /> <br />You know the feeling how the air <br />smells lovely and beyond compare <br />after a shower in the Spring. <br />You'll hear the tiny robins sing <br />and that is what the world will know <br />when all you gangsters finally go.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/off-with-their-heads/
