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Islam's Veil of Airahs

Poetry By: A Burgess
Religion and spirituality

peaceful poems gauranteed not to appease lunatics.

Submitted:May 12, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Veil of Airahs
- Flag of Iran -
Scripted tulip
:to honor the "Oneness of God"
written between each color band

Green: color of Islam:
White honesty and peace
Red: for bravery and martyrdom

Three colors unfurl with "God is greatest" woven each between
as Iran's red scripted tulip on white unravels beneath Islamic green.
This flag's red tulip is a reminder against all they pretend
yet, the regime rejects a message Islam claims to defend.
When Shiite clerics entice the Koran and vanity to collide
ritual worship for display so gladly bows to the will of pride.
"GOD IS GREAT" Insults God with all the contempt they conceal,
insisting to "ASSIST" the Almighty is pride's lack of faith revealed.
Ayatollahs next aim one verse's wrath at the peace of another,
pretending to "speak" for God while in their shadow of Sharia.
Who do they think they are, to overlook such a blasphemous flaw?
Their willful delusion assaults truth behind backward Sharia law.
Ritual violence feigns an honorable intent
to snare justice in its web of blatant pretense.

Feel the last hope of honor suffocate inside a raised self-righteous clench

as regime religion surrounds the honor-killing pit with its pious stench.
The accused sinner is bound, and wrapped in burial white,
like a "GIFT" offered to God, yet each grip claims a price.
Allah's sacrifice is lowered to elevate their pit's veiled sin,
as if, honor might rise unaware of what they truly intend.
The first rock procured becomes seduced by their Koran's deadly embrace.
Her final breath secured when both weapons are fondled with eager disgrace.
Finally, a knowing hush submits as remnants of truth remain silenced and bound
and the first stone condemns, freeing others to convict with such hideous sounds.
Faith diseased, the tulip crafted from within sprouts a demonic weed
as haunting screams cry unheard in the vast emptiness of a vile creed.
Three colors unleashed, in a hellish pit, with praise to God defiled in between;
another bloodied white shroud writhing beneath the veil of Islam's soiled green.

In the name of God the compassionate the merciful.

The steady entropy of a simple truth untangles the ornate strands of every lie.



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