Hanged In Baghdad (a Poem concerning the death of Saddam Hussein)

Hanged In Baghdad


Poem written thirty-minutes after Saddam Hussein was hanged in Baghdad, or approximately 10:30 PM, Lima, Peru time (Written in Huancayo, Peru); Baghdad time 6:30 AM. No: 1593 (12-29-2006)


An animal likeness, a root of evil
A soul badly situated—he was the upheaval.

The morning sun, striking down on Baghdad
How close was he to life, a moment ago?
Before the hangman’s noose tightened around his neck?
How close was he to life a moment ago?
Now ready to be wrapped in a shroud (dead)?
His whole sky must cascaded around
His fearful face, it sagged with dread;
His lost Horizon now but a dung-heap!
A heart full of rubbish—here and there,
Now finally aired…! Now finally dead!

A strange collection of people we have here on earth…
One crude piece of wallpaper, now roughly torn off—
Plaster and all, no longer clinging to the wall:
A sadness—but not for the world at large;
Sadness—for a soul lost, going to another.



Note: he (Saddam) will now be buried (in the same cemetery where his two sons were); his last words were “Muqtada al-Sadr,” His body taken to Tikrit. He was defiant to the end, refused to wear a hood. I lived his tyrant life, seemingly step by step, from the 1980´s onward; it is nice to see justice prevail in such cases. Sad his soul will be in Hell, but where else would it be happy? Like to like, for his kind, and so a chapter in history is recorded, and he most likely be forgotten in the annuals of written history in a few decades. They all think they will live on forever. When in reality, most are forgotten quickly after their death, and most of the world is happy to forget he ever existed.