Poem -

Jihad

Jihad

Lord 
 What we only did 
To the Native Indian 
 The Aboriginal 
     To the Jew 
The Armenian 
“Just wars”
I come not to bring peace 
   I come not to bring peace 
I come not to bring peace 
   I come not to bring peace 
I come not to bring peace 
   I come not to bring peace 
I come not to bring peace 
   I come not to bring peace 
So pick up your sword to kill 
   The truce of God 
Shalt not be 
   No; here 
  In this holy war 
  Jihad 
     Lord 
  Master of Peace
     Creator of life 
         Death has come 

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