Nabucco
Down the windy
whisp'ring ally
Comes the soldier on his sally
Emile Zola, je t'accuse!
(- Invocation of some muse)
He must make a gruesome rally,
But the souls stops he to tally
Telling others not to dally.
How performed they such a ruse?
Innocenti short on clues,
Heading all to Pluto's valley.
Can that man, or rather shall he
Dilly there some Walt O'Malley
As a kitten one did lose?
(Revocation of his mews.)
Tell us Lord, who shall his pal be?
Meantime others mount a rally
Fervent zealots with a gal - she
Ne'er considered what she'd lose
Told by cowards what to chose,
Just believe some holy Wali
Nestled there along that valley
Dare we some great principle see?
And not just in war all lose
(Or intelligence confuse.)
Down such wintry alley, shall we?
Iraq War, 2003