Now Here It's Islam

You are cruel and stopped counting your treasons You're respected Muslim nevertheless. You don't need to give yourself a true reason To pray, it's scheduled five times nonetheless. You do not appreciate expensive wine Although you drink yet you abstain from pork. Minaret calls for prayer, its surface shines, The mosque is atop. "Now left at this fork!" Passing empty field, a small town, then uphill Following neighbours and your dear loved ones. The sight of an old cripple gives you a shrill, His look is strict but begging you to come. The view is of artsy brush of Monet, Claud, Quiet murmur is prayer of imam. In distance majestic Christian Ararat Is hypnotizing. Now here it's Islam. Story goes back a century, it's a while, Thank God, the world remembers genocide. Human's Id is nibble, double faced and vile, Armenians hold their heads up with pride.