PrintSeptember 17, 2005
Poem for Arafat
Yasser Yasser three bags full
A terrorist you were with no real pull
You spent your last days in ruins you wrought
And all your killing no nation brought
Ever poor suffering people you leave behind
Yet agreement with Jews never crossed your mind
A legacy of death is what you leave
And the wails of victims grief
No heavenly virgins will be there for you
Eternal damnation more likely your due
Rob Hains
Markleville, IN
