OSAMA

This poem was written by Robson Isaac ShoesLambada soon after the death of Osama bin Laden.

Longer than expected he lived

But longer he remains dead

A female,

Bullet-holed all over her skin

Her body the bullet proof of the male combatant

Osama’s son being bombed to heaven

Just like the twin towers on Septmebr eleven

The globe spinning

The atmosphere changing.

Leaders changing, others falling

NATO Royal Airforce tornadoes targeting,

Libya’s dockyard facilities. Israel vowing,

Never to return to 1967 borders. Netanyahu to Obama in White House lecturing.

Gaddaffi’s military installations loosening,

SADC Troika on Mugabe tightening

Strauss Khan a hotel maid sexually assaulting:

The Next-French-President tag falling

Pakistan Taliban, Al Qaeda and Saudi Arabia brushing

Tears from their sombre mourning

Faces from morning till morning

Osama: The Afghan Tora Bora fugitive

Equator of democracy to idolatry

America’s headache since Bush

Now that he is dead

Al Qaeda is sad

In Abbottabad as the chopper pierced

The tense, masses fled

The dollar rose,

Oil fell

Stocks rose,

Gold fell.

Economics or Politics?

International law or law of internationals?