Yassir Arafat is dead.
And as is too often the case,
After a man's death,
He has no enemies.
We are told,
Now that Yassir the Great is gone,
That he was a great leader,
And a freedom fighter.
I must say,
If he was a freedom fighter,
Then so is every
Baby-killing suicide bomber
Who follows him.
What freedom is there,
In the reign of a terrorist?
America, don't be fooled-
Arafat was no great man.
We are terrorists' enemies:
Why, then, would we call them great?
He is dead,
But his legacy of terror lives on.
Do not forget the Munich Games,
The victory of the PLO.
Who cheered for Arafat then?
A murderer is still a murderer,
Thirty years later.
America,
When the media tells you
Arafat was great,
Laugh in their faces and say,
'So was Hussein.'
James Grengs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-yassir-arafat-s-death-letter-to-america/
