The beckon is calling,
Calling us to bring him before the world,
And intelligently penetrate through
His Luciferous mind
For there’s something
Something intelligently devilish about him.
You are the Lucifer alive,
No amount of ramification
Will ever compensate
The atrocities you have mercilessly committed
Morning awoke graciously
And everyone excitedly worked
As if intending to leave this accursed world
Better than they found it
And then BANG!. . . CRASH!. . .
Leaving everything in a shambles
In a short time,
Mankind ever had in his wildest dreams,
The once epitome of International Economic Success
That was proudly standing reverently,
Soaring high above the normal,
Was flattened to a mole-hill.
The epitome also carried human creation,
Whose flow of life,
Suddenly reddened the mourning earth,
Leaving the world overflowing with tears,
That will never be wiped.
To the mighty America,
To the bereaved,
And the rest of the mourning world,
Let no other Osama be born,
And let the one that was so ominously alive,
And was so dramatically exterminated
Remain fastened to his grave.