An old Wild West showdown,
in the Middle East;
two gunslingers in the desert sun
pamarading off.

Saddam's has his hand on his belt,
but is their a gun in that holster?
Bush has got a bazooka aimed at him,
but the scope is French-made.

They squint at each other,
in that dusty place.
The sun finally sinking,
the bells' last toll soon ringing.

Who will be left standing afterwards,
five years later?

03/11/2003

Posted on 03/12/2003
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