Funus Censorium Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I see the powers have come out to view the prey,
they had been sleeping under siege from unclean thought,
were woken roughly then to face the ones who pay
who would insist that only non believers ought.
Hear ye you peasants, well equipped with what is known
as a vocabulary filled with vulgar lust
and which has taken in satanic verse and grown
through lack of principles, and treason over trust.

So split the skull as shown by warriors of a time,
when crimson blood was painting circles in the soil.
Do not believe that killing others is a crime
and be anointed with warm eucalyptus oil.
And take away their dear possessions and their hopes
burn down their huts and rape their womenfolk at noon,
then ask their children and the old ones to make ropes
and burn the lot as sacred offer to the Moon.

Satanic verses, are you saying we are mad?
Do we not speak as our hearts do make us feel?
Let me suggest you take this pencil and my pad,
and re-invent, just for your sanity, the wheel.