To Osama
by Michael C. Juliano, August 20, 2002
This is a little something I wrote last night before reading it at the Green Room's open mic. The Green Room is at 2720 Fairfield Ave., Bridgeport, Connecticut.
So you think you’re Allah’s
Answer to the infidels,
The holy crusader
Against the Evil Empire
That belongs in Hell?
You may think you’re the great chosen one,
So brave and blessed with power,
Haven taken the world’s greatest nation
Down to its knees
In less than one hour.
Actually, you are nothing but a coward.
I mean, if you’re all that at 6-foot-6,
Then why don’t you take on me?
After all, I’m just a 5-foot-8 pacifist
Writing poetry.
You think you’re so clever
Having killed thousands of innocent lives
On an unsuspecting beautiful day?
You’re not so great.
Great men build structures
That reach to the heavens
And serve as an eternal example
Of the human spirit.
All you’ve done is cause misery and outrage
That has become, after millions of tears
And the valiant endeavors of selfless rescuers,
A senseless 16-acre hole in the ground.
Come on, just you and me.
Ah, forget it.
You just keep hiding in your caves,
You stupid caveman.
Yeah, you just keep crawling around in your dirty caves,
While our blessed nation remains forever
The land of the free
And the home of the brave.
