I've posted recently on poems by or about Saddam Hussein. Here are the first three lines of another, only this one's evidently meant in earnest:
Wild eyes, wild hair, the face seemed hardly saneI prefer not to reproduce any more of it, but please feel free to read the whole thing. It's by Edwin Morgan, Scotland's Poet Laureate. (Hat tip: Jonathan Derbyshire.)
Filling the TV screen, but yes, Saddam Hussein.
There was nothing once he'd thought he'd not attain.