The Butcher of Damascus
The sanitation in the east is gaining momentum
One, two, three, four they fell like lumber
This is the year of the great floods for pilfers
Feeding fat from the sweat of riggers
Now that we are done lets go to Damascus
It’s a year filled with rage and wrath
From Holms to home of rebels with smoke
On the table our limbs are severed like a frog
Blood flows in Syria more that the taps and baths
The butcher must be furious walahi
With a single bark the tanks rolled off base
Off to kill some decedents down town
Children, women and the injured must die
On the streets their chattels are scattered
The butcher is indeed on a rampage
Legions of meeting yet no resolve
The butcher is cruel they sing and sign
Russia and China placed orders for Syrian beef
Like it or not the butcher is doing well
After all the whole of Syria is his byre
Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla
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