The Fast Coup - Story of a Modern Barbarian

The General was a brute they say

and folks against him had to pay

Well the chlorine, phosgene and mustard gas,

Some were killed and some were dead

Our story is about an Alawiten chap.

Inherited a misfortune, coparcener of the trap.

But when brother and father died; the parliament lied, 

and then became the youngest ruler

at the age of only thirty four!

Russian hopes were still alive

weapons and order are only things to strive

And how could the west agree to such play

in a battle of fossil on the lands of clay

And then they fought with every conceivable arm

of verbal diplomacy and illusion of panic

for a state hanging on the thinnest wire

there never went a day without a fire

of guns, explosives and other kinds of explosives

everyone spoke but no one bothered

Sliced in between was the plebeian soul

dubious destiny in bottomless hole

they cried, then yelled, then choked with fear

Like father like son, a unique word to hear

Let them say he was a ruler of times

when euphemisms of war were prevalent 

when reasoning was unsound and logic was profane

Counting his last days, the Barbarian of today!