‚Twas all in bad taste,“ cried the imam.
A buck’t o’ blood on the sacred grounds
Arousing the spirit of Mohammed
Who In his mortal lifetime
Had sever’d the heads of thousands.
Thereafter increased by ‘is
Slaves and the Brotherhood.
In tides of blood,
The squealing swine,
Peace be upon them.
(c) William Wires, 30 May 2017