MICHAEL C. HUGHES

THE NO-NAME POEM

Ah, we’re looking for someone who thinks he’s a bad man,
they say he’s hiding somewhere out there in Afghanistan,
he’s got his head buried deep down in some cave,
and if you ask my opinion, he’s not very brave,
so I guess he will find out what he don’t understand,
he messed with the wrong people and he messed with the wrong land,

you see he tried to test America, tried to bring her down,
he snuck his evil into this country without hardly making a sound,
and after the dust had settled and he’d seen what he had done,
he and his buddies sat around laughing and having fun,
but I guess that’s all over with, nothing left to do,
but give him a little taste of that Red, White, and Blue,

oh it’s so sad, the news that I heard,
how you were on the run like a frightened cattle herd,
bombs falling all around your towel bound head,
it would be better news if you were just dead,
but for now I guess I’ll have to sit back and relax,
and watch the daisy cutter bombs break your back,

oh it might have to happen, later than soon,
but one thing you can count on, this is your doom,
it might be in the desert, it might be in your head,
but if you ask the American people, they just want you dead,
and in my humble opinion of what I think should be,
hung by the neck, until you are dead, in some Afghany tree.

©Copyright December 26, 2001 by Michael C. Hughes

Author’s Note: The No-Name Poem was written after September 11, and finished December 26, 2001. This poem’s inspiration came from watching television news cast about the terrorist attack. I got almost every idea in this poem from other people’s comments and news casts. Even the name came from a woman who was expressing her opinion about the whole thing. When the anchor asked why she would not mention his name, she said everybody else is saying his name, I just choose not to. So the No-Name Poem came into existence.