I don’t think James the Just (Or Ouranos) was a Canadian Muslim or a Muslim at all, would it be apt to mention?: A poem 

(Could I call no moon day, and quieten the seas?) 

Would I be a transmigrating hobo 

riding a streetcar named desire 

without any blazing fire 

thrusting the atoms of my anatomy 

into a dust of noise, for the boys 

of destiny who lust for flaccid thighs! 

I thought I saw redemption in my true love’s eyes 

Would I believe in all the lies? 

There are grotesque green men 

depicted at Rosslyn, and how come also at the Vatican? 

And they are not from hell! 

I could think just as well! 

Could you tell Catholic from Christian 

Did the cat get out of the bag before the end of the Piscean? 

Which of you love the colour, green? 

Does Allah know spine from spleen? 

I didn’t couple the Moon with Taurus (it‘s not my fault?) 

And did I pick out Aries over Sagittarius (was it my salt?) 

I ask you if all this checkmate 

makes me resign to an unwanted fate? 

I know just what is mine? 

My calling is not the mullah’s bawling whine 

Over the near-Orient rooftops 

stolen territory never stops! 

Even that arty-farty Byzantine 

was never my Mother’s grail of wine? 

And ask my Dad what Western Europe did to him, 

discarded him for their selfish greedy whim? 

Long live South America! 

Would you really want a Chinese-driven car? 

And would you envision the Angels showing Jacob the flight of stairs, 

actually, it was your eternal of musical chairs? 

I am just thinking for all those of us, both, heretics and infidels, 

Christians and Muslims certainly don’t go to hell! 

Yet, how do the Arabs like all their oil? 

Iran thinks Israel, not Palestine, should boil! 

Did Idriss realise that he was perfect foil 

And so, there was a War of the Worlds in recoil 

I just am blasphemy, should I be shut up by Sharia? 

I was already stoned to death once, Oh Allah! 

Must Saint Paul always take the law in his own hands 

My selflessness wears no blue ribands! 

I just think Mohammad is his last syllable – Mad 

He did more indecent things than just be a maniacal cad 

And what legacy do we all fancy? 

One evil over the other, as far as I can see! 

Can I make a getaway beyond the moon? 

Not if you think I should be consigned to the fish’s sea-pool!

How can you tell the donkey from the mule 

They are thinking that the camel should rule?