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!