What Loving Allah
The sound of throttled fury,
The ricocheting of muffled guns…
Creeds forced down the unpracticed cords,
Swallow or face a close-range shot.
Success from some,
Failure from the others…
Blown skulls and splattered blood,
Take responsibility and bathe
In the bloodied glory…
Now, what use are your creeds?
Tell, which loving Allah is so inclement?
Perhaps he eats human bodies,
I surmise, he could be a carnivore!
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