Osama still lives..!
Robert Clements
Wednesday, May 04, 2011 - With gun and missile you came after me, and with my body you go back to your country, but I live on: I hide in the minds of people, and ordinary bullets cannot kill me, oh no, you will need more than lead bullets to take my hideous shape out from where I hide, I hide in the mind’s of men: I live in the minds of religious zealots, whose tempers rise in fury when they behold church, temple, mosque or Buddhist statue!
Men, who with holy book in hand, but intolerance in their mind, wipe out others who bend their knees differently when they worship God. I laughed to see those missiles fly into yonder villa when me who you searched for exists inside yourselves. Call me not Osama, call me prejudice, call me hate, call me fanatic, fundamentalist. I was not born yesterday; I was birthed when man was born! You could not eliminate me when you defeated your Hitler. For a hundred Hitlers were born even as he in bunker killed himself. You could not kill me when you defeated the slant eyed Jap. You threw atomic bomb to end a bloody war and allowed another million to be born anew. You rained those missiles down on Afghan soil and sent your men into Saddam’s Iraq, but with every death a hundred more of me springs to life.
I live in the minds of man! Two planes I were used to bring yon towers down. And after that without planes, or knives your hate, your anger for each other fills the world. You Sri Lankan President who looks at your poor beaten Tamils with vengeance, you are a bigger Osama than even me. Yet no one dares bomb or smoke you out, because you live not a fugitive but free in the castles of your mind!
And you in nearby Indian state, who rant and rave in Parliament today about ancient mosque you cruelly brought down; how easy to say you bear no remorse for evil done; tearing apart harmonious land with devilish, depraved, diabolic design. Aha! I live on in the minds of men. No bomb can kill me. No missile, smoke me out! Kill your Osama’s as you killed me this bearded one. In the mountain caves you searched: But it is not there I hide. I live in the minds of men. Dare you smoke your Osamas out?
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
Men, who with holy book in hand, but intolerance in their mind, wipe out others who bend their knees differently when they worship God. I laughed to see those missiles fly into yonder villa when me who you searched for exists inside yourselves. Call me not Osama, call me prejudice, call me hate, call me fanatic, fundamentalist. I was not born yesterday; I was birthed when man was born! You could not eliminate me when you defeated your Hitler. For a hundred Hitlers were born even as he in bunker killed himself. You could not kill me when you defeated the slant eyed Jap. You threw atomic bomb to end a bloody war and allowed another million to be born anew. You rained those missiles down on Afghan soil and sent your men into Saddam’s Iraq, but with every death a hundred more of me springs to life.
I live in the minds of man! Two planes I were used to bring yon towers down. And after that without planes, or knives your hate, your anger for each other fills the world. You Sri Lankan President who looks at your poor beaten Tamils with vengeance, you are a bigger Osama than even me. Yet no one dares bomb or smoke you out, because you live not a fugitive but free in the castles of your mind!
And you in nearby Indian state, who rant and rave in Parliament today about ancient mosque you cruelly brought down; how easy to say you bear no remorse for evil done; tearing apart harmonious land with devilish, depraved, diabolic design. Aha! I live on in the minds of men. No bomb can kill me. No missile, smoke me out! Kill your Osama’s as you killed me this bearded one. In the mountain caves you searched: But it is not there I hide. I live in the minds of men. Dare you smoke your Osamas out?
—Email:bobsbanter@gmail.com
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