Citizens of the 21st century ought to find it appalling that atrocities committed in the name of religion are not yet a thing of the past, and we must act to eradicate this evil. The following poem depicts the cruelty to which women are sometimes subjected under Sharia Law.
She's buried chest highCheck out Ayaan Hirsi Ali's short film Submission.
Her arms can't stop the stones that fly
or wipe the tears that have already dried
for a crime she so persistently denied.
She's buried chest deep
The moderates asleep
No matter how hard she weeps
Worth half of a man, her testimony's cheap
Allah subhana wa ta'ala has come up with such a fair rule.
Dictators of history couldn't be so cruel
Told by Mohammed sallahu alhe wa salam
Teaching us Allah's divine referendum
What becomes of those who have a sip of rum
Drinks to forget or wants to be numb
or those who play the game of chance
Poker buddies escaping the religious trance
Allah's prescribed in his merciful script
Their flesh be ripped, their blood be dripped
at the tip of a muslim's whip
She's buried chest high
Her arms can't stop the stones that fly
or wipe the tears that have already dried
for a crime she so persistently denied
And this is allah's eternal reply
1400 years of backwards law
A tragic flaw of the primitive claw
The tribe of homosexuals
Koum lot as they say
Sharia is clear on how they should pay
The price for their gay display
Life doesn't matter which way
Abu baker got them with a tumbling wall
Ali muhammad's cousin and son in law
Had people burned for their sexual call
An entire village children and all.
She's buried chest deep
The moderates asleep
No matter how hard she weeps
Worth half of a man, her testimony's cheap
Apostates remember those who have bled
To speak the word Muslims leave unsaid
Killed for the sake of those mislead
Submit now or be left dead
Allah subhana wa ta'ala has come up with such a fair rule
The devil himself couldn't be so cruel
She's buried chest high half way deep
While the moderates are still fast asleep
While the world stands silent
Her testimony's cheap.
Stones thrown by religious sheep.
Witches were burned long ago
till the flame of freedom began to glow
and we learned to say the word 'no'
No know that your laws are unjust
not worthy of respect, only disgust
Beheading those with a knifes thrust
Oh but in Allah we blindly trust.
She's buried head high
in a heap of stones.
No more crying no more moans
All that's left is skin and bones
Allah has come up with such a fair call
The true justice of sharia law
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