If the kid called Omar Khadr Thought it would have made him richer He’da thrown a grenade at any one of you. But if that’s the Talibanny way Making money how you can, hey, Corporate thinking’s fundament’list too.
Because our Omar Khadr Was indeed a child soldier Who felt if he showed prowess he might live. But if he thought there was money to be made Then it’s like Blackwater’s militant aid Cause freedom fighting can be so lucrative.
The wife of his victim at the trial When shown the kid, she called him vile Declared her husband should’ve seen his children grow. But the child soldier should Lose his missing childhood And the freedom that the dead man’s children know.
After that our Omar Khadr Said he wished to be a doctor Though prob’ly not the expert witness kind: (Who swore Omar had learned in prison To hate, though how that was known to him’s Not clear. This is common here, you’ll find.)
Then Omar Khadr really must have lost His taste for mercenary business When he met the prosecuting lawyer pro, Who deals with torture, lies and facts As if they’re loonies and greenbacks And proves the law is a business dealing too,
Just like the child soldier Khadr Who thought it just might make him richer If he killed a soldier in the Afghan game. But a soldier’s not a toy Unless that soldier is a boy, Then he’s dressed in straw for the US justice flame…
(And Canada won’t escape some blame For leaving him to his Guantanamo rock star fame.)