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Hundreds of innocents in the street,
Human shields for his ‘Elite’.
All common decency he derides,
And Saddam hides.
Unflinching loyalty to his knave,
Protected now denied.
They went unknowingly to their grave,
And Saddam hides.
But there is one he will meet someday,
No safe place to abide.
He’ll pluck you out come night or day,
You’ll have no place-to-hide.
Hannah (2001)
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