When men are fools, the devil dances sway.
Israeli fools, they swill their neighbours’ land.
The U.S. fools, they paid, they looked away.
Bin Laden dances fey; for this he planned.
Resenting fools, they took his lying school
to learn his angel never fell. He wove
his way. But he’s no devil, just a fool
who starved his human soul, replacing love
with fallen thought, empathy with stone.
His heart is dead, his brain a slave to one
corrupted goal. This man has never blown
a smile to someone new, nor lit a stranger’s fun.
Bin Laden’s men: revive survival checks;
he needs your death for his perverted sex.

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