Suffer the Little Children

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Australian Jihadists, Australian poet, Children of Islamist terrorists, Formal poetry, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, Islamization, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Nieveta, poem, poetry

𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧

What chance that these little Jihadies,
(The offspring of murderous baddies)
Now helpless and small,
No danger at all,
Grow up to be just like their daddies.

— D.N. O’Brien

Terrorist’s kids to come home

An Acceptable Diagnosis

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Australian poet, Formal poetry, ISIS, islam, Islamic infiltration, islamic Terrorism, jihad, poem, poetry

An Acceptable Diagnosis

“Allahu Akbar”? – We’ve heard that before.
And “Jihad”? Oh yes, that’s Islam’s holy war.
But terror had nothing to do with your acts;
So listen while we explain some of the facts:
You say you’re a martyr – but that’s not the case.
The problem is that you are in a bad place.
You’re just a lone wolf who is missing his pack;
Your alienation, it made you attack.
If that’s not enough, there’s the other excuse –
That evil addiction – your substance abuse.
So it’s not religion – it’s all in your mind;
Here’s the diagnosis the doctors have signed.
They’ve heard your confession – they’ve studied your brain,
And they all agree that you’re merely insane.

No Threat

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Australian poet, ISIS, Islamic State, Islamic terror, Islamization, Jihadists, Melbourne terror attack, poem, poetry

No Threat

They argue: “What was his design?”
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
That most are harmless – quite benign.
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
It’s far away; I’d say I’m fine.
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
I pour another glass of wine.
It wasn’t me or one of mine.

Melbourne Terror Attack

Welcome Home!

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Australian poet, Holy Koran, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, jihad, Jihadi, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

The U.K. it welcomes you home!
The Middle East no more to roam.
Our home-grown Jihadis
Are heroes – not baddies;
The Holy Koran is our tome.

U.K. bans conservatives – welcomes back Jihadis

The Faithful

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Australian poet, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

We must give Islamists their due.
With faith in the West there are few.
To Allah they pray;
They believe – so I’d say,
At least to their lies they are true.

Nothing Left to Lose

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Australian poet, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, jihad, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

These attacks – they are not aberrations,
But the death throes of fiendish failed nations
With no care of the cost
For they know they have lost
In this clash of two civilizations.

What’s in a Name?

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Australian poet, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, Islamic State, Islamization, Jihadists, poem, poetry, Sayfullo Saipov

His name it means “The Sword of Allah.”
His neighbours say he always smiled.
It’s no surprise they were beguiled;
He seemed like such a lovely fella.

Appeasin’ their Treason

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Australian Jihadists, Australian poet, Home grown Jihadists, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, islamic Terrorism, Islamization, jihad, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Desist from abuse, all you haters!
Stop calling them names, you race-baiters!
Although we’ve a crisis
And they fight for ISIS,
We have to go easy on traitors.

Moderately Dangerous

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Australian poet, ISIS, Islamic infiltration, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Moderate Islam, poem, poetry

Come close – there’s no reason to fear.
I’ll whisper wise words in your ear:
The jihad is violent.
The Imams are silent.
We moderates bring up the rear.

Creeping Normality

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Australian poet, Boiling Frogs, Creeping normality, ISIS, Islamization, Jihadists, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, London Bridge attacks, London Islamic terrorist attack 2017, poem, poetry

Have fun at the concert my dear.
Don’t take any drugs – don’t drink beer.
Be careful my sweet
When you’re crossing the street,
And look out for terrorists – hear?