I figured that George Bush must have problems sleeping, so I wrote a poem for him:

Lullaby

(for George)

You have not been the first to kill thousands,
Nor the last.
It is very difficult to be the worst head of state.

You will not be the first to lose the war,
Fought for salt and diamonds.

Not the first to be totally righteous
To rule by divine right,
To get away with it.

Not the first to get caught,
Many heros are misunderstood;
Not the first bush
That God spoke through.

You will not be the first to protest
As it is so hard to feel anymore;
We are so militant
About our good intentions
That you are not be the first
To raise a peasant army
And bestow upon them a choice
Between poverty and glory;
Not the first to keep St. Peter on his toes.

You have not been the first
To use fear as a pen.

So, let us fall asleep
(Not for the first time)
On the downy white clouds
And rest our weary heads.

Again it is time
To crank the Pearly Abacus,
Loft the dead to rest,
To slumber with us
On the divine goose down
The wraps the memory foam
Of the pillow of history.