Axis & Allies - damowords

Suicide Bomber
As Al‐Jazeera shows brave Muslims bleed
& Mosques of Leeds incite his deep passions,
Young Hasib abandons the British breed ‐
Pop music, hedonism & fashions;
For Pakistan
Nursery of Islam,
For Allah, the Quran & the blessed Imam.
ʺWe are watchmen of the pure way,
Guardians of the martyrs,
Sons of brave Hossein Fahmideh,
Drinkers of godʹs elixirs,
Bringing death to the USA
& the non‐believers,
This weapon unassailable & good
Defends the faith with our last drop of blood!ʺ
On the flight home the martyr sees
The flowers of heaven,
Customs a breeze, drops to his knees
At the railway station,
Life amplified as one young man plots our devastation.
Manchester
2004
A New Blitz
As Londoners rose glorious & gay
The thirtieth Olympiad was theirs,
Their families now flung into the fray
As thro the tube the first explosion tears;
Entrusted tasks,
With bomb‐laden ruck‐sacks,
The citizen unmasks, the terrorist attacks.
They had bought a single ticket,
Rode from Luton to Kings Cross,
Like openers at the wicket
When the Ashes first were lost,
Men of faith & peace & cricket,
But noble & brainwashʹd,
A sleeper cell awoken to their rage,
A lion‐thought pacing a bitter cage.
& so the world lookʹd on with awe
Man, will we ever learn
Still dying for the sake of war
Our miseries return ‐
The filth, the fears, the hate, the tears, the boodshed & the burn.
London
July 7th
2005