They were just numbers on a page
Not any more important or the best
Yet they were suddenly quite famous
When on this page the President’s hand did rest
For in this book he had read
About the struggles and virtues of man
But when he reached this very page
He changed destiny and his own war plan
It was here he realized that wars fail
For land doesn’t equate to being free
Although he’d conquered the evil force
He understood for them liberty would never be
Without more thought he called for his aide
And ordered our soldiers to now leave
The aide protested that we hadn’t yet won
And such an order the general’s wouldn’t believe
But the chief of state spoke not again
Motioning the aide to do as told
He looked back at the number 329
And realized that his wisdom was quite old
Yet he never knew the peace he brought
His action had saved us all from hell
For by leaving that desolate country alone
He upset some plans for an indefinite cold spell
The evildoers had succeeded in terror
They had convinced some others to die
For they had managed to build some dirty bombs
And blow our greatest cities into the sky
Alas they failed when our troops withdrew
The new victors content in having our aid
They eliminated those that would do harm
And turned over all the bombs that were made
But the President’s heart failed that night
He died as he fell upon that number
He had made the greatest decision of his life
Giving us freedom and to all a peaceful slumber
