Friday, September 14, 2007

MASS MURDERERS SHOULD NOT BE HANGED

/political
mass murderers
should not be hanged
but alive
in fire lisping ovens
should be fried
they did the same
to their victims
no court of law
no justice
no nothing
its paying back time
for killing
innocent bread winners
of a family
sons of mothers
daughters of father
brothers and sisters
every member
crushed trampled
as a terrorist
or an enemy of the state
a geothermic outburst
of a genocide
mubarak feels
sorry for saddam
pools of blood he says
will be the result
if saddam is hanged
a dictator with thoughts
for another dictator
compromised..
not a single thought
for those who were killed
shias are heretics
a thought espoused
by the sunnie clergy
the wahhabis
the fundamentalists
world wide
kill them fast
destroy karbala
mecca medina reigns
saudi spiritual supremacy
polarised
the petro dollared
kingdom ..
bad governance killing pilgrims
prematurely sending them
in a Jannat to reside
spiritual solace
security
cannot provide
existence of a regime
to an american defense allied
political mass murderers
who live in white speckless houses
should not be left untried
let the people give a verdict
in a new house they preside
reverberating a sense of Liberty
Justice Equality no mere words
but a charter of a country’s greatness
as its guide …
an everlasting symbol
of their forefathers ..
living pride.

defamed designer no1

photo courtesy google images

firoze too has fragrance and defaults flutters
falls but does not crawl..
pride hidden within a scrawl bare feet
bejewelled in a silken shawl

to you
defamed designer no1
inspired by yoonus peerbocus

Tom Do You Like It ..My American PhotoGuru

hey firoze,
i love how you have been tweaking your pics, it really adds a new dimension to them.
your style is beautiful just like your mind.
keep up the good work, it's very inspirational.
i look forward to seeing your next set of pics :)
tom
{do you like it )


i am humbled ..tom
i call you master too
like you
on the pictorial firmament
i have seen very few
your pictures a new
direction
a new meaning
penetrative thought imbue
as if on cue
as a vibrant fresh breeze
a silence ensue
cybernetic love
that bids me
adieu...
untaming photography
giving the devil his due
born a muslim
in the land of nehru
by default
my cultural inehritance
that of a hindu
if i uncover my ass
a poetic tattoo
multi colored
prepositioning
comes to my rescue
a favorite of hijdas
in androgynous zoo
an out of court settlement
you don’t need to sue
a layer of love
a bleeding tissue
thank you
tom
do you like it
my American guru..
calfornia a hornets nest
for this cuckoo
closing his eyes
from her vision he flew.
a poem hunter
hunted poem
a faith to renew
fee fie fo fum
a camera eyed ogre
a beanstalk
she slew
her tears of silence
in an inbox
overdew..

no more bush! no more bush

photo courtesy
www.uwp.edu


the rise
and rise of the
Democrats
a good beginning
an encouraging pat
Bush and co
a bowl of steamed rice
condolence
some more brickbats
a house on fire
some more spats
the old Republican order
reduced to a door mat
Nancy Pelosci
a new gavel
vociferous combats
distempered kitten
in a
basket of wild cats

chorus:
when shove
becomes a push
no more bush
no more bush

poem inspiration xris taylor..father in waiting..

'braying donkeys of US'

photo courtesy :
archer-trading.no-ip.biz/image-host/clocks/democrat-logo.jpg

congratulations
from an Indian donkey
to the victoriously braying
donkeys of US
a refurbished House
new lease
new direction
of hope peace and prosperity
progress

an ambushed lame duck
who placed his country’s
integrity touted liberty
equality
justice in a mess
dr rums “ killing” field
a war criminal with bush
to be tried ..for misdeeds
they must confess
not just Iraq but Afghanistan
no less
Saddams hanging the electoral
verdict could not impress
you cant throttle truth
or the freedom of the press
Andrew Jackson
a smile cheek to cheek
in his grave cant suppress
I guess
Impeach Bush a cry in distress
travesty of justice
in a state of undress

‘while we came up short
we are committed to working with
Democrats to get things done for the country “
a lame excuse of a bushism
wit and wisdom and a presidential largesse
pelosci a prima donna new princess

‘Today the American people voted for change
and they voted for Democrats to our country
in a new direction.’

“I love tax cuts “ a resounding
ricochet of a half bitten bullet
that wont give the US president much rest
what happens happens for the best..
weapons of mass destruction a thought so obsessed
is lack of good governance
dissatisfied public and unrest .

Saddam Bush And Blair..

Golgotha
a hill
on a mound
a passion play
a theatre ground
dolby sound
the church the pope
shadow of caiphais
hovering around

3 crucifix
3 criminals to be hung
upside down
a prime minister
a president
a butcher clown

hung by their balls
till they fry
the idea is to let them live
so their sins will die

chorus
let them hang
let them hang

in the center
ambushed hopes
war criminal
in presidential robes

on the left
poodle faced
a british vampire
much disgraced

on the right
the butcher of bagh dad
dujail revisited for the dead very sad
vindicated by a kangaroo court
the shias very glad..

chorus
let them hang
let them hang

I am indebted to benbell for this poem, I wish I had the talent to paint like leirdasim or heliopo.. but it is not my medium .
I paint with camera light.. so excuse the picture .. golgotha is in the mind...

Testicular Pain in a Drum

the drum testifying a testicular pain
a tragic loss and unprofitable gain
the hijda on the drum
manacled as an incomplete man
a would be woman in chain
society a ball bashing critic
fostered feign to add more pain
wondering if there are
hijdas in Ukraine ..
eulogized by a camera
writing poetry ..that
word writing poets
cant explain ..
defrosted ice cube
some liquid drain..
last vestige of a poets brain

dedicated to a fostered blaine

'Prostituted Poetry Pimp of a Poet'

caught in the chaos
of a photo shoot
at the zoological gardens
rani baugh ..
jijamata udhyan
a pictorial man among
other animals to boot
some tame some wild
all on my pursuit
me and my tatooed
birthday suit
musical notes
of my biologicla flute
bollywoods most wanted
no dispute ..
a blogger
poet pimp
posing for students
of my master malushte
leopard like quite cute
clean shave not hirsute
on one leg I stand
shut my eyes salute
this raw edged
poem prostituting
untalented recruit..
my poems on
her tentacled heart
like a banyan tree
taking root..
pain and sorrow
as my passion fruit
she did loot
via poem hunter
my escape route.
her silence
me deaf and mute
a charge over my dead body
she wont refute

The Greatness of a Poet

lies in his sheer humility
he with closed eyes
sees a world that
he feels and this feeling he
imparts to others
crystallizes for those
who his world cant see
with conjured words
sheer beauty
even when he criticizes
another fellow poet
it is constructively
very positively
to make this novice
poet a better poet than he.
successfully
here lies the greatness
in his poetry
no poet want to be keats
byron wordsworth or shelley
great masters truly
aping them is not what
a poet would want to be
calling yourself
shelly byron or keats
holding on to silicone teats
can make you a poet
but write your own poetry
each has own style
form not to be
punished derogatorily
desensitizing a new poet
on the block for
his raw emotions
is not poetry
in spite of his idiomatic
didactic culpability
imagery symbolism
wit intelligence
in his poem
may be or not be
his ineptitude
or his technicality
guide him
or he will end up
a stillborn
before
he writes poetry.

this is dedicated to an american bully at poem hunter called foster blaine..

picture of a poet and a distempered kitten..

He Saddam Hussain Shall Hang

a kangaroo court
puppeteers a well written script
to coincide with electoral gains
travesty of justice
a boat a leak that sprang
shia and kurd blood that a monster drank
he and his baathist blood thirsty gang
no fear of reprisal verdict
toothless like an adders fang..
the Butcher of Baghdad
deserves a more severe punishment
for all his evil ..and no trace of a guilty pang
allah ho akbar from his mouth
an empty throated harangue..


This was the most read poem at my Word Press site...on the day he was hanged.

Starstruck Sentinel

standing at the door of my studio
serious my mind ringing a bell
body ok but my spirits not well
my fears guarding my sanity
me my own sentinel
starstruck
migrant mind in a heart where she dwells
neurosis neutralized but those neurotic magic spells
tinkling twinkling tantalizing tranquilizing my grey cells
compelling my curiosity convulsing my countenance
remonstrating relinquishing refusing a racist reality that she repels

A Nimrod Hung till he Dries

The story is found in Genesis 11:1-9 as follows: wikipedia

1 Now the entire earth was of one language and uniform words.

2 And it came to pass when they traveled from the east, that they found a valley in the land of Shinar and settled there.

3 And they said to one another, "Come, let us make bricks and fire them thoroughly"; so the bricks were to them for stones, and the clay was to them for mortar.

4 And they said, "Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make ourselves a name, lest we be scattered upon the face of the entire earth"

. 5 And the Lord descended to see the city and the tower that the sons of man had built.

6 And The LORD said, "Lo! [they are] one people, and they all have one language, and this is what they have commenced to do. Now, will it not be withheld from them, all that they have planned to do?

7 Come, let us descend and confuse their language, so that one will not understand the language of his companion".

8 And the Lord scattered them from there upon the face of the entire earth, and they ceased building the city.

9 Therefore, He named it Babel, for there the Lord confused the language of the entire earth, and from there the Lord scattered them upon the face of the entire earth




well call it the tower of babel
an imaginary connection
a forerunner to the internet cable
a road to an etymological god
or call it a biblical fable
nimrod a religious ziggurat
a single word
confusion of tongues unable
no tags no label.
in a world today where
the nimrod living in a white house
build towers reaching the almighty
a single word power ..
corrupting absolutely
making a paper thin
wafer edged world unstable
all lines of communication disable
another nimrod saddam hussain hangs
till he dries
pretentious power ratings zooming
to the skies
to an American ethos acceptable
living a dream world lie
truth in todays world
to the untruthful unacceptable.

Cybernetic Love situation no win win.

where do I begin
my story of sin
happily married
cybernetic
situation
no win win
thoughts of her
spirally spin
like a top
on my palm
how do I begin
my story of sin
retrieving my
woes from
the recycle bin
thoughts of her
like a blow on my chin
her backbiting silence
ingratitude locked in a grin
multicolored hopes
fading redskin
circumcised confusion
that tore my foreskin
carrying hope
on an arm band
held by a
a rusty safety pin
my face in the mirror
superimposing
her image within
crushed and crumbling
all that’s left
of my wall of berlin
what remains of my
decrepitude
a disclaimer
to my next of kin
that they don’t have
to walk my path of sin..
immediately delete
my heart my soul
my putrid poetic flesh
let it die unsung
in a buzznet
recycle bin.

Tai Chi


Tai Chi
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
The Chinese characters for Tai Chi Chuan can be translated as the 'Supreme Ultimate Force'. The notion of 'supreme ultimate' is often associated with the Chinese concept of yin-yang, the notion that one can see a dynamic duality (male/female, active/passive, dark/light, forceful/yielding, etc.) in all things. 'Force' (or, more literally, 'fist') can be thought of here as the means or way of achieving this ying-yang, or 'supreme-ultimate' discipline.


Tai Chi, as it is practiced in the west today, can perhaps best be thought of as a moving form of yoga and meditation combined. There are a number of so- called forms (sometimes also called 'sets') which consist of a sequence of movements. Many of these movements are originally derived from the martial arts (and perhaps even more ancestrally than that, from the natural movements of animals and birds) although the way they are performed in Tai Chi is slowly, softly and gracefully with smooth and even transitions between them.
www.chebucto.ns.ca/Philosophy/Taichi/what.html



breathing in
breathing out
in silence
rhythmic movements
motionless emotions spout
they practice tai chi
each morning
alternatively
at carter road
promenade
their hideout
energy from within
hitting the oppositional
forces from without
calorie s burnout
a physicality
a mental bout
I watch the master in his work out
the novice disciple
an elephant walk
at the command of the mahout
sheer slow motion beauty pull out
me with my camera this
pulsating theatrics stake out
me my soul re invigorated
without a workout..




dedicated to a poet in a poem tai chi italy

Carter Road Dog Day Afternoon

the parapet
man asleep dog awake
dog day afternoon
carter road a manger
life a full stop
a semicolon
an exclamatory boon
the breeze lazily
swarms and swoons
walker and joggers
calorie conscious
animated cartoons
sugar level
deviously deceptive
a pin prick
on a burst balloon
hypertension
hypochondria
as gods given
wealth
to the health
of the new tycoon
love in Mumbai
on a rain drenched
promenade
in monsoon
on the rocks the
rickshwalas defecate
the waves salt water
hopes open air toilet
natural commune
eyes that walk
bent low
and to all this
environmental
dichotomy
so immune

cockcentric memories of lost love aged and old

I was once young as you are
a fleeting heart beating thought
devilish daydreams I had
nightmares of you leaving me
in the silence of a playful night
that I could however not stop
trying to draw your attention
as I espied you at the bus stop
long jumping emotions
going fosberry flop
double decker
separation me below
you on the top
you would drop your notebook
I would rush to pick it up
bewildered drumbeats
of an arousing adolescence
my mouth and all of me shut up..

now looking back you have aged
mother of six gone are your tricks
your man be speckled bald
hunched wearied and a walking stick
me getting younger in my mind
no more bus stopped love sick
fucking all the new chicks.
cockcentric
memories that blow
past but don’t stick..
it was money and wealth for you
me a dropped note book
double deckered separation
testicular fortitude
hanging to a branch of
the same old prick
a question mark
of a querulous tantric
key holed and karmic
you married to a gold brick
stock exchange
maverick
in life something’s don’t click
multi colored ass
made to play ball
for the indophobic..

We Homo Sapiens


We Homo Sapiens
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
photo courtesy
www.primates.com/homo/homo-sapiens.jpg


We Homo sapiens
Born of a sensuous thought
A thought embedded in greed
We are human so we bleed
We enraptured as orgasm
In a seminal seed
We who kill for color caste and creed
We who build mosques churches temples
Synagogues butchers abattoir as killing fields
Yes the only way we connect to God indeed
Words of wisdom we gloatingly write
But those written by others we have no time
To read.
Downloading evil at high speed
Much before we were born
Our fate karma dharma hermetically sealed
Women little children to protect our wayward faith
We use as human shield..
What we sow as hate fruits of hatred yield
Through silent bleeding scriptures
Our wantonness lust evil lies revealed
Our destructive emotions in a pickled jar congealed
Blinded in self glorification
To another mans fault
We keep our eyes peeled
A sickness in our human souls
That incurably remains unhealed

BEING A POET IS TELLING LIES

We are only falsehood, duplicity, contradiction; we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves.”
Blaise Pascal quotes

sham duplicity hidden behind lofty
empty hollow words that betray
a poet rancorously does truth slay
searching for a needle in a stack of hay
hating other fellow poets is his way
eh tu brutus to my dismay

The Holy Month of Ramadhan

My niece Tareen the Terrible saying the Namaz.

The Meaning of Ramadan
By Ayse Kadayifci tentofabraham.org/index.php?option=content&task=view&...


"You who believe? Fasting is prescribed for you, even as it was prescribed for those before you, so perchance you may attain God-consciousness." (Q 2:183)
Ramadan is the ninth month of the Islamic Lunar calendar and the holiest of the four holy months. It is one of the five pillars of Islamic faith. During Ramadan all physically mature and healthy Muslims are required to abstain from all food, drink, gum chewing, any kind of tobacco use, and any kind of sexual contact between dawn and sunset for 29 or 30 days, depending on the sighting of the moon during this month. Moreover, fasting includes refraining from gossiping, lying, slandering and all traits of bad character. It calls for doing good deeds, generosity and kindness, self-reflection, praying and God-consciousness. During this month Muslims read the entire Quran, which is divided to 30 equal parts to be read each day. Muslims also go to the Mosque for special Ramadan prayers after the breaking of the fast.
The end of Ramadan is marked by a three-day celebration and worship called Eid ul Fitr, which begins with a special communal worship service, the first morning after the month ends. During these three days Muslims have feasts for friends and family, give modest gifts especially to children, give charity (fitra) to the poor and needy, and also give the obligatory alms (Zakat), which also goes to the poor and needy. Eid ul Fitr is the second major holy day of the Islamic calendar year.
Muslims believe that one of the last few odd-numbered nights of the month is the Laylat ul-Qadr, the "Night of Power" or "Night of Destiny", the night on which God first began revealing the Qur'an to the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) through the angel Jibril (Gabriel) as the Quran states: "Ramadan is the (month) in which was sent down the Qur'an, as a guide to mankind, also clear (Signs) for guidance and judgment (Between right and wrong)." (Q2:185).This night is especially important for the Muslims, as it is stated in the Quran that "this one night is better than a thousand months of prayer" (Q97:3).
Ramadan has many dimensions, including physical, psychological, social and spiritual dimensions. Ramadan orients the believer to balance between all these dimensions of his/her existence. Physical dimension of Ramadan includes abstaining from all kinds of food, drinks, smoking and sexual contact from sunrise to sunset. It helps physical attunement of the body through cleansing and relaxing, and provides a break in the cycle of rigid habits or overindulgence.
Psychological dimension of fasting is related to patience, forbearance and perseverance. Through observing fasting, the believer enriches his/her patience, forbearance, self-worth, self-strength, self-control, self-reflexivity, self-training and discipline. Through fasting Muslims strive for controlling their urges and resist temptation. And through meditative practices of praying, reading the Quran and remembering God, they are reminded of the bigger picture, and develop an understanding about purpose of creation. Thus, fasting helps dealing with stress, trauma, attain inner peace. Therefore Ramadan helps healing psychological problems.
In terms of social dimension, fasting calls for remembering those who are poor, who do not have food or shelter. Fasting is a way of experiencing hunger and developing sympathy for the less fortunate, and of learning thankfulness and appreciation for all of God's bounties. It calls for purifying ones actions towards others. It reminds believers of their social responsibility, it calls for generosity, sharing and forgiving. It calls for compassion towards those who are in need and are suffering. During this month Muslims are especially called for resolving their conflicts, forgiving each other and asking for forgiveness.
Ramadan is also the month of mercy. Muslims are called to show mercy, compassion, generosity, and care for all Gods creatures, including themselves, other human beings, animals and the environment as the vicegerents of God on earth. By partaking in Ramadan, and experiencing it together creates a social space that is shared by many Muslims across the globe. This creates a unique sense of solidarity among Muslims around the world. By sharing the feast with friends and relatives during Eid ul Fitr, and by giving charity (fitra) and alms to the poor and needy (zakat), Muslims take part in healing social wounds, knitting closer ties with others, redistributing wealth, connecting with those who are in need. This aspect of Ramadan contributes to creating a just and compassionate society based on sharing and giving rather than focusing on consumerism.
The following Hadith captures this aspect of fasting: "Allah (SWT) (the name for The Almighty God, used by Muslims) said that: All services of the son of Adam are for him except fasting. It is for Me, and I will reward him for it. Fasting is a shield. On the day you fast, do not use obscenity, nor yell at others, nor act ignorantly towards them. However, if anyone abuses you verbally or attempts to draw you to fight with him, say 'I am fasting' two times. The Prophet (pbuh) then states: I swore by the One (Allah) in Whose Hand is the soul of Muhammad, the breath of the faster is sweeter to Allah on the Day of Judgment than the scent of musk. The faster experiences enjoyment twice: he is pleased when he breaks his fast, and he is pleased when he meets his Maker" (Muslim).
Finally, in terms of its spiritual dimension, fasting redirects the hearts away from worldly activities, towards The Divine. During this month, Muslims ask for mercy and forgiveness from God. Purity of thought and action is paramount. Fasting is a deeply personal act of worship in which Muslims seek to raise their level of God-consciousness. During Ramadan Muslims feel the peace that comes from spiritual devotion as well as kinship with fellow believers. Ramadan calls for inner-reflection, rethinking of meaning of life and ones place thereof. It is a month for repentance, mercy and spiritual attunement. Because their attention is diverted from the satisfaction of bodily appetites and wants during fasting, Muslims receive a certain amount of ascendancy in terms of their spiritual nature. Thus they become closer to God.
Moreover, Muslims spend the whole month in acts of worship like voluntary Salat (prayer), Tilawa (recitation of Quran), Dhikr (remembrance of Gods names), and etc. By reading the entire Quran, and performing Dhikr Muslims are reminded of the human struggles and Gods benevolence. They draw inspiration from the stories of previous Prophets, such as Abraham, Moses, Joseph and Jesus. Therefore, they renew their commitment to God, renew their faith and family ties, as well as connect to the message of Prophets.
To conclude, as a result of fasting during Ramadan Muslims develop a balance all these different dimensions of their existence. However, all these benefits, may it be physical, psychological, social or spiritual, come as a blessing of God; they are not the aim of billions of Muslims who are fasting. At the end, Muslims observe Ramadan only to please God.

my poem


The Awakeners in their repetitious
Raucous voice urge the devoted
To wake up the first fast of
The Holy Month Of Ramadan
Hearts swelling with humility
Muslims living all over the world
Bangladesh India and Pakistan
All bound to Allah the best way he can
A month of forgiveness of piety
Of Peace Brotherhood of Man
Of all the months barring Moharam
The Holy Month of Ramadan
One a pledge to Allah to
Keep his laws dusk to dawn
The other remembering the
Supreme sacrifice that saved Islam
From the Tyranny of Man
Two sides of a spectrum
Both showing the path to
Serving Allah his Bayt
The Glory of Ramadan


My First Fast begins of Ramadhan

Racist Facist Poetic Pig

photo courtesy

tryingtogrok.mu.nu/archives/flying-pig.jpg
Francesca Johnson (9/13/2007 2: 17: 00 AM) Post reply | Read 8 replies

I have just logged into PH and the frist poem I read was a blatantly racist one, and extremely offensive, by Firoze. So I went to the forum and what do I find? A three minute silence request, again offensive and frankly very frightening. I thought this was a POETRY site but it has deteriorated into a place where people incite hatred and make death threats. I'm not averse to a bit of mud-slinging or some harsh criticism but this........it is evil

She calls me Evil
This Damsel fair
Me a beggars brown skin my
Outer wear
She calls me racist
She does Swear
She who is pure as white
This Damsel fair
She and the moronic
Allen James Saywell
Could make a charming Tango pair
Waiting to catch
Bim Bombay Boy in their snare
I have nothing my fractured genius
Words that you read as poetry
That as pain in my multi colored soul I bare
Laugh it’s your turn now Gods superior race
You my Grapes of Wrath that you share
One day you might enter my leopards lair
Than my claws my fangs your demonic
Souls I will tear..
With words that in my depository
A lot in spare
Francesca I forgive you but AJS
The Australian Racist Poet
War on him I declare
Gangubai the Gonorrheal Whore
his child did bear
He has not paid her for services rendered
This Grizzly Bear
Racism in Sexuality quite unfair
Of all this you might not have been aware
he is a pederast pervert
moronic maniac please beware

ps title is for AJS

Ayn


Ayn
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
December 1992, Konya, Turkey --- Whirling Dervish Dance in Turkey --- Image by © K.M. Westermann/CORBIS
www.egothemag.com/archives/images/innersanctum/rumi_main0...


of the wanderinghood & perplexitude ('ayn)
the coolest peace loving dude unlike
those peddle pushing poets with whom I have a feud
who wear clothes sartorial sacrilege and fu**kin nude
racist fascist a thought corroding a thought within a thought imbued so much of venom as verbiage spewed character is what you are in the dark unviewed
I died as a mineral and became a plant;
I died as a plant and rose to animal;
I died as animal and I was a man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as man to soar
With angels blest. But even from an angel
I must pass on: all except God must perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel soul,
I shall become what no mind ever conceived.
JALALUDDIN RUMI

The Crescent of Peace True Islam

photo courtesy stock photo .com

"I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God".

the crescent the moon has been sighted
the muslim world delighted
islam a religion of peace and brotherhood
allah ho akbar a call for peace
under the umbrella of an omniscient allah
the shia the sunnis all united
even those who are from other communities
to break the fast all invited
the radicals with the darkness in their souls
holy scriptures but to the word of peace
universal love totally benighted
to this feast gate crash uninvited

My family kept their fast today a day in advance...

HOWLIN AYN THE SUFI SAINT

photo courtesy

www.geocities.com/finneyianrodney2000/bw10.gif

FOR BUSHISTS & JEWISTS TERRORISTS
boxers with misers tight fists
tits twats and clits
a head but no cap fits
the racists on peoples poems
his hate as comments shits
hubcap shit head on their
masked faces spits

AYN THE ONLY GOOD MAN AT POEM HUNTER

Embrace Islam Heaven Free

photo google images

Says Osama on reading Trade Martin
Embrace Islam Go to Heaven Free
Build an Islamic America
Spiritual prosperity also free
Gadahan Al Amrikki will give
You a guided tour if you agree
Saddam on the swings you will see
A slightly lopsided head minus the tree
Al Zarkawi Shia hating Mother Fucker
Chasing burkha clad Mujhaidas on a spree
First come first served obligingly
The Moon has been sighted a Good Omen
Embrace Islam..Be

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