For The Victims

An iftar at the White House

Written by John Walker Lindh Thursday, 23 September 2010
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As salaamu ‘alaikum. Enclosed is one poem. I hope you can find some space for it on your esteemed internet site.
 
                                Was salaamu ‘alaikum,
                                Yahya Lindh

                                (Abu Sulayman)

Barack O’Hulako
Gives his shacko macko!
And pakhayr raghli too
In the Ramadan moon!
Pet Moslems he summons
And out they come running
Labbaik and sa’daiking
With rounds of hand shaking
 
Thick saucy duck dressing
Don’t know what you’re missing
Roast lamby hock gristle
Spiced curry juice trickle
Baked turkey with stuffings
Lip smack gooey muffins
Plump tandouri chicken
Then comes digit licking
 
All smiley faced grinning
Proud patriots brimming
With glee from the dining
Lapel pins a-shining
One steps up proclaiming
Most solemnly naming
His heartfelt emotions
With bows and devotions
 
“Our Lord how we love ye
Hope to see more of ye
If you’d be so kindly
We’ll come prompt and timely
Our object and mission’s
To make your boots glisten
You’ll find that among us
My tongue is the longest
 
In our constitution
Lies every solution
And all sublime doctrines
Inspiring our actions
New interpretations
Of our revelations
Demonstrate it’s quite true
We should be just like you
 
Our uniformed heroes
Protecting our freedoms
Big-time sacrificing
Are picked off like bison
Hooly blissful martirs
Like our founding fathers
Outremer campaignyes
They battle extremists
 
Please do go kill Anwar
The card holding member
Of everything wicked
Shoot him with a rocket!
He washes our noggins
With all of his jargons
Qur’an and hadithes
He scares us to pieces
 
Wahappies and sloffies
Are worse than the Nazis
They lack our outstanding
Refined understanding
We say to our young’uns
Don’t be like the drunken
Imbibe revelation
But in moderation
 
We’re not anti-Semites
Our best friends are rabbis
We lay wreaths in Poland
Tear shedding and bawling
We’re Avraham’s babies
With your help then maybe
We’ll join with the jews in
A two-state solution
 
Look on us with mercy
We hate controversy
With your indications
We’ll make condemnations
We truly are sorry
For all of your worry
We’ll bend with more lowness
To pleaseth Your Highness”
 
When push comes to shovings
They’ll fire up their ovens
With Serbian instincts
They’ll make no distinctions
All Centrists and fringists
All sundry contingents
All friendlies and hostiles
All field and house Negroes
 
Ayerabs and South Asians
All beard and bald faces
Hijab and hijabless
All hep cats and hapless
They’ll come to your houses
They’ll come to your office
They’ll read off their papers
Then off to the chambers
 
Abu Sulayman al-Irlandi
Detainee #001

Ramada 1431

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