I am more master of war than tragedy!: A poem 

Thus spoke Zarathustra of a fire 

you can ask if Persia had desire? 

It’s Kings even wanted Greece? 

Like deep-freeze heaven wants Hell’s fleece! 

I am more master of war than tragedy 

So should you all know that I am beset 

by both, but haven’t fallen to my knees? 

Should you all believe in preempting Kingdom come? 

I just have distaste for hijacked Rabbi, priest or Ayatollah 

And I wouldn’t want to traverse the hot sands of Mecca in Saudi Arabia! 

I don’t like to travel, but evil’s treachery has got me thus far 

So far from my home before all the stars! 

The lecher of treachery’s leprosy didn’t render my extremities without life 

I am just born and reborn to elucidate and chronophise the truth 

in the silence of illustration of sacrifice. Do you think 

I would want you all to embrace the pariah paris disguised as  

fairies of Paradise.? But you all cannot discern between angels and demons 

even if you are told that all your beliefs must be binned. 

I don’t want to sleep with the houris for my jihad of involuntary terrorism 

because the murders I have committed are not for Allah; but for myself, God, and all your salvation! 

I have learnt my astuteness through an eternity of being subject to deceit and treachery? 

Would you all care to begin educating yourselves? 

There is no truth in convenience. You can only begin to love after you have exhibited your hate!