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Old Bin Laden


Old Bin Laden, (may his kind decrease)
Awoke one night from a sour dream of peace
And saw within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich like a lily in bloom.
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding hate made Bin Laden bold.
To the presence in the room he said,
"What writist thou?" the vision raised its head
And with a look of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the lord."
And is mine one also old Bino?"
"May not so" replied the angel.
To the presence in the room he said, "Then
Write me as one who hates his fellow men!"
The angel wrote and vanished
With great awakening light,
It returned the following night
And showed the names of those the love God has blessed,
And lo, Bin Ladenís name was listed as a pest!


Kenneth Fisk
October 20, 2001