So, Farewell then, Hazma bin Laden

Thursday, 1 August, 2019

A poem composed on the reported death of Hazma bin Laden, terrorist, and son of Osama bin Laden, terrorist icon, who always found a warm welcome at Al Jazeera, in those heady days when it gleefully aired his rantings to Qatar and the world.

So, Farewell then, Hazma bin Laden

You dreamed of striking at the heart of the “Crusader-Zionist alliance”
Although, sometimes the enemy was “hypocrite, apostate regimes”
You had hoped for the Big One.
Like your dad, Osama
Who organized the most murderous act of terrorism in living memory ā€“
But US special forces put a halt to his gallop in 2011.

You were being groomed as a future leader of al-Qaida
Somewhere between Afghanistan and Pakistan
In between watching porn and imagining mass slaughter
And sorting dates and figs.
Then, a US drone swung by
A Predator, perhaps

Suddenly, a hissing noise breaks the silence
Instinctively your mates dive for cover, but to no avail;
The missile blows the tent to shreds.
You died from burns, flying shrapnel and the crushing blast.
And no one shed a tear.
And someone gave a cheer.


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