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Twas the Night After Ramadan
> > by Mullah Mohammed Omar
> >
> > 'Twas the night before Ramadan, and all through the cave
> > Not a creature was stirring; it felt like a grave.
> > The turbans were hung by the firepit with care
> > In hopes that the Air Force would not soon be there.
> >
> > The soldiers were restless without any beds
> > While visions of air strikes flashed in their heads.
> > Osama in his burkha and I in my goatskin cap
> > Had just settled down for cold, barren winter's nap.
> >
> > When out on the ledge there arose such a clatter,
> > I grabbed my Kalashnikov to see what was the matter.
> > Away from the racket I ran like a girl
> > Tripped over a goat; into a ball I did curl.
> >
> > The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow
> > And lit up the valley with an ominous glow.
> > When, what to my one good eye should appear,
> > But a dozen Apaches, and tanks in the rear.
> >
> > And their leader, so fearless, his troops he did push
> > I knew in an instant it must be George Bush.
> > More rapid than eagles his forces they came
> > And they whistled, and shouted, and called out our names;
> >
> > "Now Omar! Osama! Muhammad! Abdul!
> > We come for you now; we've taken Kabul!
> > To the top of the cliffs! To the back of their caves!
> > When you chose this war, you dug your own graves!"
> >
> > As the dry leaves that before the assault choppers fly,
> > When they meet with an obstacle, light up the sky.
> > So up to the ledge his forces they flew
> > With full magazines, and flame throwers too.
> >
> > And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a thud
> > The explosions of Tomahawks; not one was a dud.
> > As I chambered my rifle, and was turning around,
> > Osama was there, disguised in a gown.
> >
> > He was dressed all in drag, from his head to his toes,
> > And he said he would flee while I held off his foes
> > A bundle of money he had stuffed in his pack,
> > He said "I'm going to Baghdad and I'm not looking back!"
> >
> > His eyes were all glassy; he trembled with fear;
> > The American bombs, they rang in his ears.
> > He saddled his goat, then turned tail and fled,
> > But a Marine Corps sniper got him in the head.
> > I watched with cold fear as his body did slump;
> > The goat threw him off; he fell with a thump.
> > And so, there I stood, my plans all destroyed,
> > About to suffer a fate I could not avoid;
> >
> > I dropped to my knees; asked Allah for help,
> > His voice boomed in my ears, "You ignorant whelp!
> > I gave you the Bible, the Torah and Koran,
> > But you were too arrogant to understand.
> >
> > I told you to honor your neighbors and wives;
> > Not to enslave them, or degrade their lives!
> > You invoke My name to sanction your deeds,
> > But you are the last thing that this world needs.
> >
> > And so I'll send you and bin Laden to Hell."
> > The last words I heard, as the bombs fell,
> > Were from George Bush himself as he mounted the wall,
> > "One nation, under God, with liberty and justice for all!" |
