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The Slaughterer
The slaughterer came to the market
Dancing and wielding a matchet
He sang songs of sorrow;
And wrote rhymes for his victims of tomorrow.
He grabs lands at his will
There is nothing he cannot steal.
He has stolen people’s identities
In his quest to commit atrocities.
The slaughterer’s threat is real
With the devil he had struck a deal
To kill those who opposes him
For in his face we are all Gohim.
The slaughterer detests peace
With him the world is no longer at ease.
He spares not innocent children
And he blackmails his brethren.
The slaughterer swims and drinks
From the gruesome river of blood
Of women and children he had killed
In the face of the world’s hypocrisy.
The slaughterer in Tel-Aviv has gone mad
From the boarders of Jordan, Lebanon and Islamabad,
He longs to destroy those he stole their lands.
And return homes back to dust and sands.
The slaughterer’s cowardice is imminent
When he meets his match on the battle-field
He runs to his accomplice in the devil’s own land
For money and the tools of his crimes
And now that we know the slaughterer
That maims children and women at will
He calls us all anti-Semites;
A name he stole from those whom he now oppresses.
Copyright ©
Muyideen Ayinla
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