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Somebody saw the enemy’s fearless leader
secretly slinking away
The battle in the blood desert field of Raqqa
was still raging on
Hell’s fury had more than a pound of flesh
left to take
But that fearless leader, 
who was seen stealthily leaving,
didn’t wanna collect his combat pay
Two years to the day,
he proudly recorded himself on videotape
telling the young, newly recruited mujahideens
that true glory was to sacrifice your life
Give up yourself to God,
in service for the holy jihad
He then told them, he had the ticket 
to take them to paradise,
where awaiting were seventy virgins
for every brave, martyred man
They would attend to their every need,
earthly laborings no longer required in this life
Selling sex in heaven is so carnally craven,
but crafty older men always know how
to rope the young buck steers in
The fearless leader told the raw combat initiates,
he and his lieutenants would love to join them in paradise
But sadly, God gave not that honor to them
He and his military brass had to soldier on and suffer 
in this bitter, unjust life
And with seemingly somber gratitude,
on film, he handed them a suicide pack
Then trussed them in a death vest,
and had them swear a suicide pact to their God
Leading them to their own slaughter,
where they would add more blood to the slaughter
And when the videotape ended,
the fearless leader was seen kissing the hands
of the fledgling warrior pup wolves
Now presently, as the battle inexorably neared 
it’s bloody conclusion,
someone in the fleeing refugee crowd 
noticed the fearless leader furtively looking about
He had his head down, 
covered in a dark-veiled niqab
His manly form 
was draped by a black kaftan abaya
In which the fearless leader tried tiredly to hide
his cowardice in a long flowing skirt
Like a wounded wolf hiding among
the frightened refugee sheep,
he was cowering quietly trying to blend in
Covering his cowardly soul
with a woman’s coat dress —  
in a jilbab, he walked bent to the ground low
Fearless leader, you who told others
to kill themselves for the holy cause
Now you’re trying to save your skin,
and stay alive,
dressed in a Arabic woman’s disguise
And you almost skunk skirted away,
but an alert eye-witness fingered you
Fearless leader ... caught and humiliated,
you broke your own high moral code — 
when your manhood got gender low rated
Looking like a scared woman,
trying to desperately cling to life in the end
A strange skirted issue: since it was you
who told the young war boys to die as men
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