Osama is dead shot in the head,
Gaddaffi is slayen, beaten, paraded…laid to bed!
The killing won’t stop, because the powers command it.
The lessons we learn, if we don’t like it we burn it!
Burn it……..Burn it!…..burn it all.
The tyrants we built up and then watched fall.
Then in peace we can live,
No fear have we now?
The man with the gun, he made us proud
He looked to the east and stopped half way.
With a couple of bullets he blew them away.
He done it once and can do it again.
Liberty’s force of fine fighting men.
But less we forget, our problems we solve.
With a simple bullet, through a human beings skull.

This poem was written/submitted by Does it Matter.