George W. Bush said, Bring ‘em on
And welcomed the World of Terror

Confidant he could kick its ***
No way he could make an error

Millions then died in Iraq
Grandpas and children and women

He lives in riches in his Texas home
In his fancy pool he’s swimmin’

Mass destruction may well be found
Sometime in the future

When historians see what he did
Cannot be healed by suture

The terror now is all around
Chickens home to roost

If America was just and not obscene
He would hang in public from a noose.