He offered them his freedom,
He offered them his aid
And though they didn’t want it,
He assumed a deal was made.
They never said a “Thank You”,
They never did just what he said,
So, since he couldn’t buy their love
He chose to punish them instead.
He rained his freedom on them
In the form of iron bombs
And freed them from the burdens
Of their families and their homes.
They didn’t like him much before,
They surely don’t adore him still,
Yet he expects to see affection
From those poor souls he didn’t kill.
It’s a testament to courage
And a testament to strength
That the children don’t destroy him,
Just keep him at arms length.