Justice Served, American Style...

____________PROLOGUE______________ The below work was penned shortly after the long overdue track-down and execution of Terrorisms pinnacle leader Osama Bin Laden, the coward that St. John The Evangelist must have been alluding to in his Book of Revelation, when he repeatedly spoke of a Beast, an Anti-Christ who would wreak chaos, massacre and hell on Earth. Upon the works completion I opted not to post it, how- ever, with the likes of Isis, and other more dangerous terror threats that have surfaced, I thought the posting of this work might be more apropos now then many may have con- sidered it on May 2nd of twenty-eleven, for as evil as this man was, his execution ostensibly only influenced the plight of terrorism, yet sadly to the irresponsible tunnel vision reaction by the White House to these new and like I said above, far more dangerous threats. And when I say this I'm not just speaking as an American for the safety of the United States. I am speaking for OUR World & We The People of OUR World. _______________________________________ 'What goes around, yes, comes around...' No matter where you hide your scum Palace, bunkers...hilltop towns, Eventually your Hour will come. An eye for an eye...say's many a Man A Misinterpreted Bible verse Unlike Holy War for oil an' land - A sacrelig an' Satans curse. Last night I heard th' people chant 'Cross th' City I call my home, About some Seals in Pakistan - and a fleet of U.S. Drones. An' tho' killing 'ought not be revered Despite a demons sins, For th' Lord has made it very clear: Final Judgements go thru' Him. That said, i must concede, that's right... The notion of one less stain - In th' world where my Daughter sleeps at night Keeps my heart, free of strain. An' I wondered for awhile last night, How it was for for this Devils son, For th' first time in his God-less life - To have no safe place to run. Like th' vitims in th' Towers Trade, Who kissed their loved one's as they left for work on that September Day - Unaware they had a date with death! If up to me, I'd bring him back, Drenched in oils crudest mire, Strap him down and light a match and label it a Holy Fire! This cowards Human game of Chess play, Some, his own, as sheilds an' pawns, Was finally 'Sealed' in checkmate - In th' break of a mideast dawn. Tomorrow holds no solid ground, Still i'll stake th' odds our way. What goes around, yes, comes around When you terrorize th' U.S.A.! ©Frank James Ryan, Jr./ FjR 2011- All Rights Reserved