OIF: The Great Satan by Jersey D GibsonThe Great Satan comes,
and he's carrying a big gun;
he wears an American uniform.
The Great Satan is here,
and he likes to drop bombs;
he paints downed MiG's on his plane.
The Great Satan passes,
his .50 cals cattering death;
and endless stream of rounds.
The Great Satan lives,
behind barbed wire and sandbags;
why does Satan need to sleep?
The Great Satan sleeps,
he's done all his evil today;
I guess even evil needs a break.
The Great Satan sweats,
it's hotter than hell here;
I guess he isn't immune?
The Great Satan bleeds,
he got hurt by an IED;
funny, his blood looks red, too.
The Great Satan helps,
he is rendering aid to hurt Iraqis;
wait-a-minute, why would he do that?
The Great Satan pays,
he is giving money to the needy;
don't we normally call this charity?
The Great Satan leaves,
he is flying back home in a plane;
maybe he was human after all.
A bomb goes off at a police station,
a roadside bomb takes out traffic,
landmines explode under children's feet,
a gunman opens up on a crowd.
A mayor get assassinated,
so did his predessesor last month,
vehicle-born IED takes out a check point,
a bomb-maker accidentally sets off a charge.
So who is your Great Satan now? 06/14/2005 Posted on 06/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
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