Al Qaeda’s At The Door

I, Hussein, have not walked on mortal ground,
Nor drunk at freedom streams;
A shining figure, mailed and crowned,
I move softly through your dreams.

I make the air with clean exchange,
My rules so complete and right;
The time is now, the tides of change,
Move swiftly in your sight.

My Presidency makes me smile;
Life for you will be undone;
Look into my face a little while,
Your life and death are one.

The lies I’ve told were good for you;
Al Qaeda’s at the door.
Forgive me if I prove untrue,
Since we’re now finished with the war.

Enjoy your freedom while you can;
Your life will want no more;
I am now your boss so here’s the plan,
Al Qaeda’s at the door.