The Night Before Bushmas
by Robert W. Barker Mendocino CA USA December 4, 2005
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'Twas the night before Bushmas and all through the land not a stinker was stirring, no one had a plan.
The stock piles were waiting weapons galore, in hopes of more profit we wage this war.
Iraqi Children all nestled snug in their beds while cluster bombs exploding over their heads.
Bush and his cronies smiling and gay, watch the children die and say: "what a fine day!"
Mrs. Bush in her fine dress and George in his suit, play God to Children from Iraq to Beirut.
From out of the sky there came such a clatter, helicopters arrive we know what's the matter.
I sprang from my indifference out of my bed, to see the children splattered, it bothered my head.
The moon on the desert leaves blood stains galore, each life that is shattered is just one more.
When to my wondering eyes did appear a spike in gas prices "no Christmas this year."
Fronted by Eagles and red white and blue they kill and maim without further a due, a strike at Fallujha and then we'll be through.
Whip up the white phosphorous, we can wipe them clean, eating the flesh to the bone we mean!
George smiles and jokes as he appears here, and children fall daily for his Christmas cheer.
George whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"On Colin on Rummy, on Cheney, on lies and misleads, to the top of illusion we do speed."
"Now Bomb away bomb away bomb away still," watching death and destruction gives George such a thrill.
As dry leaves before the hurricane fly, we watch bombs dropping form the friendly skies.
When out to the Green Zone our brave people arrive no flak jackets there to keep them alive.
And then in a twinkling the terrorist arrive, as Bush cried out: "Bring em on," who cares who dies.
Meanwhile Katrina came into view, old New Orleans ignored and left to her duo.
Bush on his ranch and golf course resides, as people lie dying he smiles and denies.
Ma Bush to Houston to see what was the matter, and cried "The poor really exist, it was not just chatter!"
Ma like what she saw, the people living in the dome, "For them no big change, it's just like Home."
"Mission Accomplished" they did rejoice now over two thousand, dead under Bush.
Our precious children all tarnished from blood and soot, extending their stays while Bush's looking good.
DU they pass out for each mothers young, doing damage to livers from dusk till dawn!
Bush springs to his jet, to his team gave a whistle, and away he flew like king of the missile.
Yet I heard him exclaim as he went out of sight:
"Dick Cheney keep lying, we'll be all right!"