Hear the cheers, the jeers,
Sad Damn Hussein, listen
to the chief Good Riddance
The notice seems clear, can
you hear it, deep down in
the pit of every soul, a hunger,
the craving of vengeance
That ancient yearning comes
from the same sad place of
fear, power, control, dis-ease
that can lead but to tyranny,
to the tyrant in you, all
Quiet, still, you see farther
than the beast to the resting
place, where one's welcome
to love, peace, freedom, delight
Closer still you cannot help
the notice, The urge to purge
signs a nudge to merge, if oddly
