Your lies’ cold pains are silver-gray
Sharp as the hot Sahara sands,
Your lips are moving, people sway
Heeding close to all your demands.
Grimy faces, look upward and stare,
At the liar sharing his words of hate;
That liar is Dhimmi Dale, so beware!
The lies continue, a natural trait.
Dull like pebbles, brainless fool,
Glances upward and then lips move,
Spews out the words as Satan’s tool.
Life as a liar can never improve.
Lies from the strangest fruits
Spewing from some dark tree;
Dhimmis, all lib’ral brutes
Deny others to be free.
One man stands as free men stand
The Bush it just might be
Brave, unbroken see his plan
For Iraqis to be free!
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