It’s normal for the world to move from crisis
To yet another crisis, and of late
We’re focused on the one involving Isis,
A pack of mad jihadists fueled by hate
For anything resembling values forged
Inside the European crucible.
Their culture, like a tick or leech engorged
With blood, has furnished nothing usable—
Except for basic algebra and zeroes,
But that was many centuries ago.
Today, the honor of their martyred heroes
Is measured by the innocents they blow
Away without remorse. The two world wars
That ravaged Europe left a timid brood
In charge that’s more inclined to shit their drawers
Than ever be accused of being rude
To hordes now poised to overrun their nation.
Barbarians, it’s clear, don’t have a word
For freedom, decency or toleration,
And peace is an abstraction long interred.
They wreak their mayhem, city after city,
Enraptured by their glaring moral blindness.
To euthanize these dogs, with all due pity,
Would be a monumental act of kindness.