Isis

SOS my ship has been boarded Takin on by those who are sordid It still carries our flag They also have a hag One that knows whitchcraft and sorcery Appearing as our own They carry our embroidery And are made not of flesh and bone But are the sons of him the other They will look like a brother Trickery and deceit are their marks, Trust them not, neither they nor their larks I fear that one day when push comes to shove All this ISIS fuss Is putting on the stand my religion, my love What if they come to be known as us SOS my ship has been boarded Takin on by those who are sordid We speak of honour, peace, equality for all men They would not even respect a hen