Mad and bad rhyme with Al Assad,

Who'd want that peasant for their dad?

Driven by power and brutal need

To oppress all those who would be freed.

Trapped in tribal loyalty

They must suffer - as did we.

For every land must go through fire

If freedom is their real desire.

We sent our people into war

Until no one could keep the score

Of dead and maimed - the bloody cost

Of handing back what others lost.

Tyranny emerges with every age

And the crocodile you can't assuage,

But we have history on our side

To take our arm and be our guide.

So let us watch where we might tred

And recall the places we were led.

Every land has friend and foe

And either can deliver woe,

Good intentions don't excuse

The match that lights the deadly fuse.

Conflagration sparks with deadly ease.

And neighbours should get up off their knees

And act where distant lands should not

Lest their own dreams be forgot.. 

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