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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see www.chopperstories.com.... enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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When Saddam met Satan



The book he clutched
(do you remember that photo of Saddam being led to the gallows, clutching the Koran?)


Of all the thuggery the world has known
from the subtle to full blown
few can match the art so well
as one guy I hope's in Hell.

He was indeed a prototype
who never learned a bean
despite the bluster and the hype
he really was pure mean.
When he marched about the place
compassion never showed her face
Justice didn't count a damn
But in the end she got Saddam.

When he saw the hangman's knot
I wonder did he pray a lot.
Did the book he clutched so tight
really fit his grip that night?
Were the pages worn and read
did they echo in his head?
Grimly walking, sad but terse
did he grasp a single verse?

I wonder how his meeting went
in the place where he was sent
when he finally got stuck
with the dude who hates that book?






Last edited by Francis Meyrick on December 28, 2008, 12:08 pm
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
 
James K. Blaylock

He was a true tyrant! And I'm sure he's suffering for all of his hateful wrongs. Powerfully written piece.


Posted on Sunday, January 20, 2008 at 15:14:14

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