Mr. Bulletman Poem by Arbi Mchiche

Gather around and hearken, you ladies and gentlemen
I have tidings for every woman and every man
I, the chosen and distinguished Mr. Bulletman,
I decree the birth of the glorious new kingdom of Bullestan
Let me be clear, in my kingdom there will be no room for wise men
Because I, the Bulletman, know they're worse than bogeymen
So, to protect you, good people, from these evil men,
I will your brains every morning scan
And certainly in the evening thoroughly rescan
Till thine brains turn completely spick-and-span
Then I will tell you how to read and understand the Koran
Because alone, simply none of you can
Trust me my good people. All I want is strengthening your 'Iman'
And to do so, I had to travel lands as far as Afghanistan
And learn from the great gurus of Taliban
Who triumphantly demolished the Buddhas of Bamiyan
Well, you and I, we shall follow the path of the great Taliban
We will silence every breath and every voice we don't agree with in our Klan
That is the way we shall rule and I'm sure we can!
So Glory be to me Bulletman and my kingdom Bullestan; -)