Epigrams On Al-Qaida

you're dozing
you don't feel a sharp pain
the mosquito is fed and gone

you're dozing
you feel a sharp pain
you wake
the mosquito flies away
you build a dyke
drain the swamp
all mosquitoes die

a yappy dog
finds the pack of sleeping lions
creeps to the biggest
bites the nose

all the lions will cower
the yappy dog believed

islam's traitor

sixty years ago
the enemy destroyed our cities

we destroyed theirs
and them

thirty years ago
an enemy wrecked so many human souls

now its only home
a lab

i think
it's more because
the fools are noisy

waking the baby

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