Saddam Hussein Poems

afternoon stroll

afternoon stroll

I walked into a landscape painting made of chlorophyll 
in eleven variations, and there were no adolescent  girls
around suffering from sclerosis, but did see a pale face
in a car driving by, cattle string incomprehensively at
the painting
the heaven was pale blue with hasty brush strokes 
of fondly white painted looking like the top crest of
waves gone astray, petrified by loneliness
Rocks too, were green as decaying teeth and sheep
shorn looking ridicules and ashen among verdant
olive trees 
As the sun was about to hibernate and night cast
shadows on the silent stage, colors evaporated 
I thought of Saddam Hussein, already forgotten
had a daughter who loved him, saw him as tragic
a figure fighting the occupiers
This teaches us one needs not to be saint to be
loved

Mean Guys

Atilla was a Huney and Goliath too ~ when compared to you

Hitler was a madman, evil at his core ~ a creature to abhor

Empowering Iraq was Saddam Hussein ~ the tyrant was insane

Himmler was responsible for the Holocaust ~ lives of Jews were lost

Bin Laden's al-Qaeda attacked the Towers ~ vile  misuse of powers

Manson created a cult ~ celebrity murders were the result

Ted Bundy: serial killer filled with wrath ~ a charming psychopath 

Jack the Ripper murdered prostitutes ~ took their sex organs, not their boots

Jeffrey Dahmer was a cannibal ~ creepy like Lecter, Hannibal

Berkowitz, Son of Sam ~ used a .44 caliber... bam bam bam

Chucky took souls as a killer clown ~ no one is safe when he's around

And the World Moved On

80 million died in World War 2
And the world moved on

37 million died in the Great War
And the world moved on

20 million died in the 1918 influenza epidemic
And the world moved on

20 million were killed by Stalin
And the world moved on

6 million Jews were killed by Hitler
And the world moved on

3.5 million died in the Vietnam War
And the world moved on

3 million died by the Pol Pot regime
And the world moved on

3 million died by the British hand in India suppressing independence 
And the world moved on

382,000 were killed by Saddam Hussein 
And the world moved on

300,000 were killed by Idi Amin
And the world moved on

It makes me wonder how we survive 
When our best occupation is killing each other.

© Paul Warren Poetry

The Candidates

The candidates for world dominance 

The contenders who want to sit on the highest branch on the tree of power should 
not be elected because they want it too badly
Theirs are a grab for dominance for its own sake and if lucky the book of history, 
the part where leaders are remembered, we know Saddam Hussein, Stalin and Hitler 
they too are remembered by history and given enough time will be Admired and 
books will be written in their defence
The contenders talk about trade meaning high finance, not a factory that produces 
products and employ people, they mean the banks, money lenders.

They fear ordinary people but keep us enslaved by debt we should take a stand
as they do in Palestine, who are spied upon day and night, yet the truth slips through
 the occupier can arrest you for a joke. 
No one lived here before we came it all belong to us as they proudly lie to themselves
as they slowly sink into the apathy of a frozen culture and self-loathing.
Tomorrow it will be your turn to be arrested for speaking your mind.

A Mother's Prayer

A Mother's Prayer

I kneel in front of the alter praying the rosary to keep my sons protected while they’re serving their country to keep us safe.

As the Persian Gulf War drew to a close, Saddam Hussein ordered six hundred wells to be blown up and set on fire that burned for seven months so no one would benefit from its riches. In the meantime while the Navy ships were in close fighting providing navel gun support, the men were inhaling the smoke of the Kuwaiti oil fields fires. Livestock and other animals perished from the oily, mist. 


down on  bended knee
for strength and serenity
suffering heart prays

© By 11/12/2014

First Thought

First Thought
The rich, famous, notorious, and singers get their lyrical poem written 
by harp playing bards who as thanks get to eat and sit on the left side 
of the most illustrious person and whisper flattery into ears that cannot 
hear, but one voice.  The muse has been corrupted by poets, who flew 
too near the power, I feel like writing a poem to Saddam Hussein, 
he used to, when young, sell cigarette in Al Basrah, kept Iraq intact till 
 warrior democrats arrived and turned the country into a failed state, 
but I will desist; after all I have stopped smoking. 

The tendencies to believe what our leaders say has yet again destroyed
a country and a voice in my head tells me how insignificant poetry is,
 when it tells the truths about us, it doesn´t matter anymore, because no
one no listens. The poor are dead or frail and religion is an instrument of 
torture as the world nears its total destruction, and all words written on 
paper of trees slaughtered trees´ last breath will, be ash in the wind.

Monday Morning

Monday Morning  
 
The mist has been hanging low over the village
like a suicidal thought on a long damp evenings. 
Poison or the rope? I remember Saddam Hussein  
his fall was long and I still hear the snap as his
neck broke. What am I doing here, this tedious, 
grey village and the smell of dirty woolen,
baaing sheep grazing amongst drab olive trees.   
The pallid houses, shuttered and avoid seeing 
the misery of the mist that drips as unstoppable 
sorrow of a death´s grief that shrouds all life.
This morning the sun was shining and the village 
Looks like a fairy tale. I sit on the terrace try to
get a humble suntan as I´m seeing the cardiologist 
tomorrow and don´t want him to think I´m sick.
This is a good place to live a place to live a long time.

The Bush Family

Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction
so we invaded Iraq, but we found none.
Now we're over there fighting for Iraq's liberty supposedly,
but that isn't the case necessarily.
The Bush's have government contracts supplying weapons for the military.
They are also major conglomerates in the oil industry.
Something about all of this stinks if you ask me,
but none dare call it a conspiracy.

Hellish Heroism Devilish Deeds-W

Saddam Hussein has outlived all adjectives,
A demagogue, an anti-Christ, a dictator
Was he the hero larger-than-life images
A tyrant, Baghdad butcher, a monster.

Raising one’s voice against him will result in,
One’s daughter raped before his own eyes
Even they can lead a Kurdish woman
To sell her body to feed her two kids
   
One leader for heroism lampooned as a clown,
The Second, no doubt, a salesman of used cars.
The third, waging bloody wars, seeks the crown,
Fake cries, political motives, baking their breads

Undoubtedly it is about the politics of oil surely
Man who raised Saddam became a Saddam purely?.


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Third Place winner
Contest: Devil made me do it by Thvia Jetley

Last Day

What? One day to live what shall I do?
Should I bungee jump or play the didgeridoo?
Go to the pub and run up a tab?
Maybe see every street from the back of a cab?
I know I will jump on a flight heading to Spain,
From the back of the plane, shout “Revenge for killing my brother Saddam Hussein”

Or, go into a shop and take a bite out of every chocolate bar,
Yes and take a baseball bat and bash my neighbour’s car
Or set my dog on my boss and tell him he has rabies
Chat up as many women and make lots of babies (worth a try in one day)

And when time is about to run out I’ll bend over
And kiss goodbye my grass and favourite clover

But the only thing that I can think at this moment that is not mine
That is, all this thinking what to do, I’ve run out of time
So with my last breath all I can say
I think I’ll leave you and go to pray.



**If I only had 1 day to live Poetry Contest **

Twin Mountains In the Fall

Me and my cousin were eating crackers and drinking milk at the table the other day and I 
said "Heard anything interesting today?"

"No." he said "Oh wait, I was watching Fox news and-"

"You watch that crap?" I interrupted.

"Yeah. Anyway, Bill O'rielly said that if you fold a twenty dollar bill a certain way, you can 
actually see Saddam Hussein attacking the World Trade Center! Yeah, you know some 
French dude with a weird hat predicted all this would happen like ten-thousand years ago. For 
real."

I rolled my eyes and left the room.


-In memory of the men and women who died on 9/11 and the tens of thousands of others 
who have died as a result of it.

Evil

It’s amazing how evil is spread
Look at Hitler and Saddam Hussein
Brainwashing innocent people
Making them play their game
The people are driver by fear
After having torture thrown in their face
To scared to do anything but adore
The dictator of their race
At the beginning they must know that it’s wrong
To hurt or harm an innocent soul
But after a while the guilt wears away
The evil has full control
The poor people of his country are puppets
To play and do with as is pleased
If they don’t conform to his demands
The trigger of the gun is squeezed
Disregarded of like useless dolls
Treated like mindless slaves
Not daring to make a stand 
Against the dictators evil ways
It must seem easier to side with evil
Then to be tortured for being strong
But when the evil is conquered 
They may feel that decision was wrong
Their weakness will be avenged
By the people evil did not touch
They will live to regret 
That evil affected them so much

Sleeping Dogs

The unknown is always buried
Life is always hurried
Laziness is not inherited
A man of color is still much hated
Is trust jaded?
Will Saddam Hussein ever be charged?
Ask Bush if Osama Bin Laden will ever be captured.
Will the truth ever be told or exposed.
Peace in this life time will never be pursued.
Children of the millennium seem dazed and confused.
Why does America allow drugs in but don’t help the abused.
Has democracy disappeared?
Is the existence of Alqueda or terrorism what’s really feared?
Let sleeping dogs lie, don’t let them be awaken.
Because the wild can never be the tamed.
Fools and criminals are never ashamed.

Psalm 139:11-12 If I say, 'Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night
around me,' even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you. 

Isaiah 59:2 But your iniquities have separated you from your God; your sins have hidden
his face from you, so that he will not hear.

Writer's Rights

Writer’s Rights

Martha Stewart glorified after prison
AIDS overwhelming uneducated African youth
Terrorism continuing to scare us senseless
The writer writes

Portraits being painted for history books
Scholars studying patterns of behavior
Terrorism inside these walls 
The writer rights

Hip-Hop portrays a gangster’s persona
Saddam Hussein rots in a dark musty jail cell
Cancer’s evil agenda maintains its goal
The writer writes

Stockbrokers continue to figure cost basis
Pharmacists become more and more wealthy
New drugs approved daily by the FDA
The writer rights

The writer’s rights are no one’s but the writer’s
A poetic license to script an honest portrayal of the world we live in
Unafraid of what his outcome may be
The writer writes

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