Some call me a terrorist
But I consider myself a visionary
Looking to convey a message
Only my body can express.
I read through the backward
Treatises of diplomacy
Put forth by the Great Satan,
The Ugly Soldiers of Arrogance
Loading justice
In their steel chambers.
My family feels the damnation
Of Zionist demons
Every day,
But we do not back down,
For our blood
Shall drown them and their soulless clan
Only to be submerged
Within their own shit
(Figuratively and literally speaking.)

My sister Aisha
Earns much respect from Allah
Smashing through the infrastructure
Of the capitalistic empire
Dropped upon the bodies of my people.
She can have any man she desires
Up in paradise,
Living in ecstasy
While Haifa feels the wrath
Of the Intifada
One omnibus at a time.

She watches
As my sweet brother Abdul
Wreaks havoc in Tel Aviv
Wrecking the malls with bombs so hearty,
And awaits receipt of positive reinforcement
Multiplied by seventy-two.

My son Aziz,
Beautiful boy that he is,
Only eight years of age,
Was well aware of our struggle.
In just one fortnight
He was able to raise
250 shekels outside the Kotel
Until an IDF soldier
Planted a rubber bullet
Through his soul,
Wiping away his life
And his hard-earned cash.

I still cry thinking about it.
My wife was inconsolable.
She nearly did herself in at the news.
She needed to be alone,
Take some time to come to terms
With the slaughter,
So on a bus to Eilat,
She stabbed the driver
And exterminated the passengers
As well as sixty-seven Americans
Who never had to tighten their belts
Around their morbidly obese waists.
Those fat bastards had it coming.

I get aroused
Merely by the sound of Eurasian carcasses
Hitting the sand,
By their eyes burning with the sensation
Of quartz microbes
Etching the word "defeat"
Into their corneas.
Patiently,
I await my turn
To bring our message to the masses
And expand my mind, body, and spirit
To everyone gracing my presence
For they shall open up as well.
They have no choice.
Despite my zeal,
I am still a prisoner
Occupied by the devil
Bearing the name of Israel.
But soon,
The uprising will reach full-force
And the source of all that is evil
Heretical
Immoral
Shall be driven
Into the sea
So help me Allah,
The righteous ones
Will come to thee.

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