O Mercury, did the Western Europeans hear you cry
over two millennia, when they did, you, deny?
Now they think they can hunger for the moon
because their greed doesn’t want to miss out on any boon
Do you wish to flush them out off your soil?
Does their treason make your blood boil?
You are the crier of the sun
that was for aeons always done
They have a wish to unite as one
but under the aegis of Allah, not you or the sun
Western Europeans never had spine or lungs
They rubbed out the Centaur and bull off their tongues
Do they think, if the truth, they picket
Allah will give them a very free ticket
Remember, their conquests and wars waylaid the world
Now they want peace, on misbegotten platforms, unfurled
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