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HAIL THEE OSAMA, NOT ! I cry your demise, Oh dear Osama For you live not long to be a saint From The sour fruits you sow since the decades Just yesterday, your elder was blessed John was called, Oh dear Pope John Beatified for life of a flock-Sherperd That never canibalized upon the flocks In peace he leads, in reality he preached The world to turn a new image What was your motive then? Bn Progress for humanity or long live to the Qur'ans Sharia? Who live to rule the other? Humans or faith? Learn where you got it wrong, Mujaheddin On your second coming, dare not evil Never dwell in tora bora! Bear with men and learn If only you care to the core We should have crave your mercy As sympathizers Apostles to Jesus, harmless merciful talibans Yet I admire you a lot, I adore you Its works of a mad courage to stand alone And existed as the odd for this long So your sainthood days shall come For my joy to call you Prophet Bn Osama I pray thee peace, I call the true warrior For the bad memories that haunts me always Never to forget, till you exist no more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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