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Australian poet, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, Islamization, Jihadists, poem, poetry, Sayfullo Saipov, Terrorist attack in New York City
Light candles and shed a few tears.
Make light of your worries and fears.
The wolf he is safe in the fold.
Sure, some sheep will never grow old,
But virtues the wolf has, my dears.
It’s hard when another lamb dies,
But pull the wool over your eyes.
The wolf we can never defeat.
(It may help to cower and bleat.)
Pay no heed to loud vengeful cries.
The wolf you may think is a curse,
But without him we’d be less diverse.
He’s the sword that will assuage our guilt;
We must suffer, but we’ll never wilt.
(And that fiend, Donald Trump, is much worse.)
dnobrienpoetry 
Oh, my. You’ve certainly nailed the attitude of all the left on our side of the ocean. And frankly, it seems to be the attitude of some of the right as well.