Jashmina can be so selfish; she keeps committing treacheries
against me; to impress Saint Paul and my sordid evil enemies
I have seldom reminded her that I have sacrificed an eternity
for her, even though I have suffered unbearable suffering ever so grittily
How much ingratitude and sabotage must I cop; defeat myself to top
Unabating is evil’s will to deluge me with its carnal mop
Every time I am strong, evil plots to debilitate my strength
How much ignominy can I cop, Jashmina tell me, to what lengths?
To sacrifice, unacknowledged, for you all; is that all for which I’m meant?
How come your alleged Christ and his Pauline accomplices, got undeserved fame not ferment?
I don’t want to be a God who takes all the pains, and never get his rightful gains
Your world stinks of fish! You all reek of it! It is driving me insane!
And I have not sacrificed so much to say hail to that loathsome Mohammedine crescent!
You can see that all this hypocrisy, has only more evil in advent
I am crying hoarse: I want to go! I couldn’t be bothered anymore!
If your greed and fear prefer Prakash Saint Paul over me; I leave you all to your woes
Idriss didn’t speak to Muhammad, the paedophile was a raving lunatic
You’d need to wonder how the sword on their flags is never deemed pathetic
I am helpless as Allah can hijack my Dad; though I reject outright the Moon’s two cats
I am not waiting to see all women wear the hijab; and all gents were the fez cap!
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