The Trial in Baghdad
And a President was on the dock,
He shouted, we are for humanity,
While body counts sored, and vultures flocked!
But he must shout, for the TV,
Though he knew his time is past,
He fought an unjust war, and must get punished,
While newsreaders chattered, the dice was cast.
We knew the outcome, still we waited,
For justice to take its course, as they say,
Our senses held in balance, and our values, at ransom,
Till the president’s judgement day.