Sunday, 29 April 2012

The Butcher of Damascus

The sanitation in the east is gaining momentum

One, two, three, four they fell like lumber

This is the year of the great floods for pilfers  

Feeding fat from the sweat of riggers

Now that we are done lets go to Damascus

It’s a year filled with rage and wrath

From Holms to home of rebels with smoke

On the table our limbs are severed like a frog

Blood flows in Syria more that the taps and baths

The butcher must be furious walahi

With a single bark the tanks rolled off base

Off to kill some decedents down town

Children, women and the injured must die

On the streets their chattels are scattered

The butcher is indeed on a rampage

Legions of meeting yet no resolve

The butcher is cruel they sing and sign

Russia and China placed orders for Syrian beef

Like it or not the butcher is doing well

After all the whole of Syria is his byre

                                   Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla

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