Axis & Allies - damowords

Regimeʹs End
Pursuing the ʹmost wantedʹ deck of cards
Two faces caught in a lavish mansion,
Reduced, their fatherʹs kingdom, to mere yards,
Fresh focal point for the worldʹs attention;
Four‐hour fire‐fight
Til Odai & Qusai
Are finally in sight, markʹd by the sniperʹs eye.
Only the Ace of Spades remains,
The very ultimate goal,
First target of the Allied pains
Now ten minutes from his fall,
Namore the tyrant hydra reigns,
They find him in a hole,
Without an army & without a plan,
Just dishevellʹd & ignoble old‐man.
He was led up into the light,
Glanced across the river
Where shines the sight, fabulous bright,
Spinal spinning shiver,
One of his golden palaces commandeerʹd forever.
Tikrit
September
2003
Bombing Madrid
Nine hundred & eleven days are passʹd
Since Allahʹs children struck the western core,
More handsome Jihadis wake from repast
Bin Ladenʹs whim has thrust them to the fore;
Entrusted tasks,
With bomb‐laden ruck‐sacks,
The citizen unmasks, the terrorist attacks.
It seemʹd another routine day
As the rush hour receeded,
ʺDeath to friends of the USA!ʺ
Words thousands wish were heeded,
Both Eta & the IRA
Truly superceeded
As packʹd trains blow at Atocha station,
Striking horror thro the Spanish nation.
Within a week the cell is found,
Some dirty hideaway,
The police surround the plot of ground,
Young Arabs kneel & pray,
Then blow themselves to kingdom come as martyrs pass away.
Legures
2003