A Letter to Osama Bin Laden

If you knew how they would hunt you,
Like the animal you were,
would you still have mastermind
the worst catastrophe
In the history of the United States?

Did you seek to be,
the most hated man in history?

Is this the legacy you wanted to leave your children?

In your madness and hate
you destroyed not only your own life, but the lives of thousands of innocent people.

Every year on the anniversary of your crimes,
we are reminded of the horrific way you killed, without conscious.

I'm sure, you went straight to hell, no past go.
Now you dine with the likes of Adolf Hitler,
with the Devil himself at the head of the table.

Killers, evil killers.

You left your family in shame. They regret they ever knew you.
Your own children hide their identities to distance themselves from you.
You left them with your burdens of kill and destroy.
They try to forget they knew you.
What a waste of human lives to make your point.

A game of chess well played, could have given you the same satisfaction.
To win, to squash the enemy.

But really, you were your own worst enemy.

You were hunted like a diseased rat, until at last they found you, cowering, hiding.
Trying to live your life as though nothing had changed.
Living in your fortress home,
keeping your wives and children hiding with you.

Eleven years later, the sadness still looms over the world.

We will never forget you, Osama Bin Laden,
if that's what you were going for.

You are now with your father the Devil.
You did his bidding, now you grovel at his feet.
He feeds you his shit, as you beg for mercy.

You try to look to the sky, but there is no sky for you.
No sunshine, no love, only hatred and destruction.

Forever you will be, in an abyss,
with the Devil himself.


Brenda Rae Schoolcraft