Delivered up
Is the mad jackal of the desert
The blood of the innocent’s
Was the sweat of his brow
Noble, the warriors who have slain thee
Righteous, the victory won now
Sorrowed, we remember our fallen
By the thousands, we could not save
‘Ner shall our hearts forsake them
We tend the altar of the brave
How the innocent you have plundered have wailed!
Midst the fear, and the blood, and the flame
In the end, our finest prevailed
Your wicked way, has earned you shame
Forever your name a curse word
Mad Jackal, who hijacked God’s will
Now only the sea shall claim you
And never again shall you kill
The light of a new dawn comes calling
The light of a world free of thee
Your minions are scattered, and fodder
By the hand of the brave, and the free
Our people have wept in anguish
For our warriors, our hero’s, our fallen, our youth
By the torch of sweet freedom, we vanquish
For the hand of the mighty brings justice and truth
Delivered up
Is the mad jackal of the desert
The blood of the innocent’s
Was the sweat of his brow
Noble, the warriors who have slain thee
Righteous, the victory won now
Sorrowed, we remember our fallen
By the thousands, we could not save
‘Ner shall our hearts forsake them
We tend the altar of the brave
©2011 Kathleen MacClintock
Written upon the death of Osama bin Laden, this poem is dedicated to our troops, our people, and our nation.
