I read an agreement might favor Iran.
Or so say those of conservative tan.
That's always the trouble with doing a deal:
You can't help but feeling your man got a steal.
But such are the Rightists now time after time:
So damn hard of heart to spare brother a dime.
I read an agreement might trouble old Saudi,
Those saintly white sheets who hate all that's naughty.
They look at the Persians as Smiths do the Jones,
And would like nothing more than to kick their cojon's.
Yet both of them love to go Visa-Gold slammin',
Keeping the peace 'tween Allah and mammon.
I hear an agreement might ease Iran's life,
So much degraded by sanctions-cum-strife.
Yet here our savants cruel fuss and debate,
Like Inquisitors judging some sad sinner's fate:
"How much more pain should these riffraff endure?
"Deserveth they cheer, or just more ordure?"
I read an agreement might favor the Shiites,
Who might pay for guns to blow off the Sun-nites,
Who're banking on ISIL and mourn for Hussein,
Who drove the Co'lition of Willing insane,
Who sent shock and awe that many were kill't.
It all sounds a bit like The House that Jack Built.
I hear an agreement might just lead to peace.
If only in part of the sad Middle Eas'.
Now consequences come and also they go,
And far be it from me to know which will grow.
But long has continued this grim song and dance,
So maybe it's time that we gave peace a chance.