Scorpion
When men are fools, the devil dances sway. 
Israeli fools, they swill their neighbours’ land. 
The U.S. fools, they paid, they looked away. 
Bin Laden dances fey; for this he planned. 
Resenting fools, they took his lying school 
to learn his angel never fell. He wove 
his way. But he’s no devil, just a fool 
who starved his human soul, replacing love 
with fallen thought, empathy with stone. 
His heart is dead, his brain a slave to one 
corrupted goal. This man has never blown 
a smile to someone new, nor lit a stranger’s fun. 
Bin Laden’s men: revive survival checks; 
he needs your death for his perverted sex.
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