The Story of Saddam

         The Story of Saddam

He strutted among the crowds
With a swagger in his walk
A ruthless and cruel despot
His love for people was naught

His images were everywhere
He postured as if he were lord
A pathetic little Hitler
Who ruled with an iron sword

His face casts fear to the masses
He gave favors among the clans
He had riches beyond fabled kings
His palaces rose from the sands

He lived the life of kings of old
Servants hanging on every word
Like pearls spilling from a treasury
They acted the instant they heard

But, oh how the mighty have fallen
From opulence into a spider’s hole
Sleeping with mice and vermin
Like a beggar out in the cold

No more the conquering hero
No more the luxury cars
Gone are the fortunes of position
Replaced by cold prison bars

The man who many once feared
Who held life in the palm of his hand
Has lost his family and fortune
And now is just a pitiful little man.