Poem about Syria

[yankeedoodle]

                                                                                     Syria
Here's gas, there's gas, everywhere's gassed,
it's the deadly flatulence that you passed
in the form of those filthy lies you said,
proving that you're just a sh*t head.

We're leery of the Syria of your dreams,
or are they nightmares, with all those screams
from the children you say you want to protect,
caring being just a posture you affect.

Boots on the ground, where the bodies lie,
the humanitarian consequence of no fly
zones that rob your victims of flight
killing the defenseless being your right.

But the Talmud will die, and your claims, too,
only reason - something new
will come from the invasion that you've planned,
and that will fail, oozing into sand.

Before it begins, you better hope for a
repeat of history, another diaspora,
but where will you go, that's the puzzle,
because the world will soon lose its muzzle.

Zionism's no religion, it's just a cult,
and recent history proves the result
can be bad, perhaps annihilation,
off the map for the usurper nation?

It's prophecy, you say, just God's will,
but prophecies, you know, can self-fulfill,
I spoke to God just last night,
and He said your claims aren't right.

Looking down on things, He said He thought,
that you're in big trouble, and you ought
to immediately begin vacating your claim,
and pack up and return to from where you came.

Because, you know, looking at statistics,
and not those used to calculate ballistics,
six million approximates your population,
will your lie be fulfilled, achieve actualization?

The Yanks might do it, since the falsehood's gone,
the flag's been identified, and it's the one
with that blue star, you know it's true,
Who did 911? That's right, a Jew.

Or Vlad might do it, because he's no fool,
he's no impaler, he has a better tool,
preemptive strike was once your battle cry,
will your mothers be photographed crying "Why?"

[Christopher Marlowe]

Nice Work.