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.
I’m told by Big Brother – don’t worry;
There’s no need to scramble or scurry.
But look at that sack on
That bearded guy’s back!
I’m turning around – in a hurry.
I feel my blood pressure is rising.
I guess that that isn’t surprising.
Carry on though I must;
There’s a guy I can trust!
Uber drivers are so enterprising!
“Take me home, Al Jihad” – that’s the name
On his I.D. card there in the frame.
“Oh I will sir – he said,
And on time – you’ll be dead.
But I first have to murder and maim.”
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.)