The President's Nightmare

The President’s Nightmare By Elton Camp Although he was careful lest he should gloat, The president told the death of an ugly old goat Afterwards, he went to his chambers to sleep And began to dream when his REM was deep In his dream, Osama was captured, not killed At first, the president was thoroughly thrilled That day had been delayed for ten long years Osama as a captive first put an end to his fears He imagined what the consequences might be It could be more horrible than he wanted to see Almost as if he were actually very wide awake, Mr. Obama mused, what direction will this take? Will the man just sit in the martyrs’ chair? Having now been captured may put him there What developments can we expect to ensue? Will acts of violence his imprisonment renew? What if insistent demands for the zealot’s release Are the price his followers demand for peace? How many deaths of innocents would be enough To decide that holding him is just far too tough? Most likely bin Laden we will hold for a while But how soon, if ever, will he be put on trial? If convicted, what punishment will we decide? Shall he be put to death or in prison long reside? The president kept dreaming in utter dismay He didn’t know what to the nation best to say As he was about to give in to most total grief Realizing ‘twas a dream gave him such relief