Mid East by Mid West

In the desert he looks like a hawk Nested in his beard eyes wide and mad Across the land his crow-like squawk Declares his fatwa and his jihad

Against woman he raises his fist

Argues for slavery and against thought

Books, songs and laughter on his bad list

He’s against all joy that can be brought

And miserable as his ideology

He thanks God

There is no God

To contradict his mendacity

And across the ocean he stands

Gives his service with his lips

To liberty and freedom’s demands

While at those concepts he snips

He rallies against the ‘threat’ of gays

Pro life until from mother’s womb torn

For the death penalty he pens essays

Heaps upon the poor his scorn

And miserable as his ideology

He thanks God

There is no God

To contradict his mendacity