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    Saddam's Trial

    written by: Nandlal Kanjibhai Pancholi
    category: humor


    Who brought me to this cage
    Roars the dictator in rage
    Then says in firm voice
    I'm free and I have my choice

    So I do not obey this court
    As it judicial norms distorts

    (Pointing at Mohammad Amin):
    I hold this Kurd as my subject
    And most vehemently I object
    In this matter his right to adjudicate
    For Kurds are naive and dunce
    And what do they know about jurisprudence?
    I crushed them, curbing their insurgence
    And subjugated them at once
    Now this Kurd has audacity
    To ask me my identity
    Who gave him such authority?
    A subject asking his king his name
    Such rude manners is matter of shame
    For this insubordination
    Deeming it as act of treason
    I can inflict punishment most dreaded
    By getting him publicly beheaded

    And how am I to be brought
    Under the purview of Kurdish court
    Where both the plaintiff and judge are Kurdish lot
    In no way this is a fair trial
    But mockery of justice
    And it's clear denial

    Where is my Skud where is my Skud
    I wanna make these Kurds swim in their blood
    These repulsive Kurds are shrewd Shylocks
    Rude and revengeful folks!
    They want from me pound of flesh
    "Alas, by night armies ignorant clash"
    Where art Thou O Great Matthew Arnold
    To Mephistopheles my soul I have sold

    I am Marlowe's Faustus in Eternal exile
    Who hath to Lucifer mortgaged his smile
    Perpetual death awaits me on gallows
    As the charges are being read by these fellows

    Oh no never should I repent
    My valour is not yet spent
    I can still kill Bush in single combat
    And in fencing Blair I can beat
    As a sovereign ruler of a State
    I am not free to experience feeling of guilt
    But instead should have my hand on sword hilt
    Why this world rewards me not for my bravery
    Didn't I fight a lone battle against allies
    By punching hard in their bellies
    Shall no one bestow upon me accolades
    For my glorious victorious acts
    Or confer upon me the title of knighthood
    For Gulf war's mauves and strategies shrewd

    Instead of turning vindictive why my foes do not follow Christ
    Who instead of revenge on mercy emphasized
    Didn't Jesus forgive his *ss*ssins
    Saying: "Lord, forgive them for they know not what they do"
    But my adversaries relish and enjoy my waterloo

    To you all I earnestly urge
    Appoint some Christian priest as a judge
    To whom I can confess my sins and for mercy plead
    The priest carrying Holy Bible in hand
    Can at least my enigma understand
    These Kurds build case against me brick by brick
    Hearing the charge sheet I feel sick
    We can never redeem the world of sins by hanging *ss*ssins
    Mercy will herald the dawn of love
    And will please the Lord Up Above.







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