Those charismatic creatures of the Taliban,
Have done it again this week,
That beacon of hope for Afghanistan,
Have got the publicity they seek.
This has to be their master stroke,
Beheading seventeen people who,
Dared to listen to music like normal folk,
And, worst of all danced too!
And this was done in their god's name,
To protect their perfect religion,
They do such things with no shame,
And with the intellect of a pigeon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem