Beware the Ides, Caesar!
said the soothsayer long ago.
Now another maleviolent dictator,
has a date with fate's Death Row.

Saddam stands proudly in Bhagdad,
surrounded by guns and a haram.
Scratching that big Ole' Mustache,
thinking of Bush and how to dare'em.

"We've got anti-personel,
anti-aircraft, anti-tank weapontry!
There's no way he can hurt us!"
And all of his cabinate nods with glee.

Now all the countries have backed away,
from that oh so mighty country of Iraq.
Did Caesar look around him and see those knives,
when the first one plunged into his back?

He moves like lightning from place to place,
never sleeping in the same tent twice.
If a laser-guided bomb landed on his campsite,
gee, wouldn't that be so nice?

So Saddam, Caesar of the Tigeris and Euphrates,
you whom think you stand so tall.
When you're dead and long gone,
how long did it take for your statues to fall?

03/11/2003

Posted on 03/12/2003
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