The Bankers of Terror
The heart of fundamentalism beats in desert sands
pumping hate and cash through veins to limbs in many lands,
bringing life and means to hands who long for fire and chains,
a lust for killing stories till a single narrative remains
A country built on gold as black as the deeds that it enables,
where womens rights are just a dream, and the human kind a fable,
of rampant migrant slavery built on economic exploitation,
the keepers of the Ka’aba and the narrowest interpretation
No brotherhood of faith when disagreement draws fresh blood
and when the blade argues over the tongue you’re soon lost in the flood
of bitter retribution, of revenge on faceless foes,
of targets drawn through worship and a rift that will not close
Funding bombs and beheadings to further divide and separate,
a xenophobic attitude of difference viewed through hate,
of pious pawns and dreams of Caliphates on bloodstained squares
whilst the innocent are slaughtered and Muhammad’s ghost despairs
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