FOR OSAMA BIN LADEN

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    FOR OSAMA BIN LADEN

    What betrayal of trust did you endure
    When you were an innocent child
    What tragic event twisted your mind and
    made your thoughts run wild
    Who ripped out your heart and tore open
    your soul
    Leaving you filled with hate
    And why, my brother, was it we, on whom
    you chose to retaliate
    ...And now I cry...
    Not so much for those lives you have taken
    But rather the ones you have left behind
    All the Mothers and Fathers
    Husbands and Wives
    And ever so many Innocent Children
    They who are left asking this question
    over and over again
    Oh why, our dear brother
    Must so many have DIED
    For your one SIN

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    Worthless commented on FOR OSAMA BIN LADEN

    09-04-2011

    He's not even an american!!! I hate him!

    cousinsoren commented on FOR OSAMA BIN LADEN

    04-18-2010

    This poem, Phantom My OP Friend, I appreciate as a well written lament expressing the awesome rhetorical question. "Oh,why? Oh why?" My rating is 10x10+

    Tempestlady commented on FOR OSAMA BIN LADEN

    10-10-2009

    A great piece showing insight into the creation of a monster. Nature vs nurture? I agree, but in a country where 50% of the children die before the age of 5 yrs old, anything could have had to be done to survive. No excuses mind you. But a very interesting piece. Write on.....

    Lolee commented on FOR OSAMA BIN LADEN

    09-29-2009

    There is nothing dear about that monster...and he is not brother of mine. Although...I do realize you mean brother in the perspective that we are all human....he is not. This is a very good poem.

    mdpoetgirl commented on FOR OSAMA BIN LADEN

    08-14-2009

    Very well written... sad, poignant, but true. This is a topic few choose to write about, but I'm sure many feel the same way you do.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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