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
Copyright © Yousef Al-Watheqi | Year Posted 2016
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