Evidently before Saddam Hussein was executed, he was housed in a cell where he kept on scribblin' away. Among his thoughts, this poem:
The nights are darker after the sunsetbut the smoke and the burningoverwhelms the city.You will feel suffocated under its skies.The days are now nights.No stars. No moon, but lots of screams.
The paragraphing is my own, as I do not have access to the original. What do you think? Perhaps even the worst men can show us their souls.