Sadaam is now in prison, his fate not known,
But the court is planning to kill him...
I hope they do it soon, and he will be gone.
For all his deeds Sadaam's life goes dim,
May the families he hurt be comforted along.
I see Sadaam with a noose around his neck,
his life ebbing away as the sun rises high.
Or maybe the firing line of rifles in check;
Ten or so descendents of Sadaam's victims nigh.
They are the squad to bring justice, let it fly!
A little poem of my own for the old Dictator!
I am inclined to believe the poets on this post would put Saddam to shame :-)