Dead Dog

DEAD DOG For decades this dung fouls the air Sabotaging our sniffs of the dew scents The peace we know had risen against us Standing on our toes like a prodigal Son Calling from Afghanistan to Pakistan Dirges for our generation It has been long, it has been painful And endlessly, there was one thing Everywhere of our nooks His calls sounds bells of hell His quests smells like blood Splashing it on every white tomb Not knowing he exalts martyrs bones They died in blood of ice Cold and innocent Ah, Ah, Ah! those bullets Thanks he took the last roullette The end of Osama A birth of a Lion King, the reign of Obama Dear world, Offer me a gourd of palm wine To plead the fishes to mourn him to eternity Till father grant him a final hearing As I wait for his reincarnated soul.