'Twas the night Abu Ghraib photos escaped the White House,
And Rumsfeld was scurrying, like some kind of louse,
The Iraqis were hung by the their shackles with flair,
In hopes American voters would never care;
The Generals were nestled all snug in their beds,
While illusions of honors danced in their heads;
And Bush in his tuxedo he bought at the Ritz,
Had just hunkered down for a long PR blitz,
When out in the press there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
And to the TV I flew like a flash,
I turned on CNN, not that Fox trash.
I beat my breast from the new-fallen shame
T’was the Abu Ghraib photos that were to blame,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Congressional investigation, which Bushies most fear,
It was begun by John Conyers, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment Dick Cheney felt sick.
More rapid than eagles those traitors then came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Rumsfeld! now, Bolton! now, Cheney and Bush!
And those crooks whose heard are filled with NeoCon mush!
To the top of the docket for impeachment and worse!
Your shall pay for your crimes and the lies you disburse!
Now dash away! dash away off to jail houses,
Where you'll be treated badly like Newt Gingrich spouses!”
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Conyers gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And laid out his case, and named every last jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, as the number of felonies rose;
He demanded justice and fought the good fight,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he strode out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
REMEMBER: The Bush administration's deadline to postpone release of the Abu Ghraib photos expires December 15 <
http://rawstory.com/news/2005/ACLU_says_next_deadline_in_Abu_1209.html>