I Like Muslims

One man, one bomb, packed with rusty nuts and bolts He bides his time, picks his spot and halts Then detonates a foyer, full of mums and dads and kids Who are blown apart, blown asunder, blown to little bits Manchester, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream Two men, two knifes, a soldier walking home attacked Beheaded on the street and with machete’s hacked Calmly, two men wait and joke with stunned passers by Behind them, on the floor a headless man did die London, England, 2013, do I like Muslims or do I dream Three men, a car, with pockets full of knives Stabbing indiscriminately, eight people lost their lives The police were quickly on the scene, the men shot dead, where they stood Another brutal terror attack and the streets were stained with blood London, England, 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream Three examples, horrible but are all Muslims full of badness The answer simply No, they shared the grief and sadness For those that lost their lives from the few with bombs and knifes Now Hammed and his children are scared to walk the street With abuse and scorn hurled at them, from everyone they meet Mohamed took no part in this, he is sickened just like we But a few have hardened life for the Muslim community England 2017, do I like Muslims or do I dream Leave the people alone, let the people be They believe in their god, just like you and me