The Hypothetical Terrorist Poem by Ian Syder

It could be the skin and the beard
The arrow, in his solo cell, pointing to Mecca
On suicide watch; it’s feared
For his life and the life of all
He says: “Allah is great! ” Holding up a translated Koran
And praying in English

Today’s topic: the degeneracy of the West;
Occidental and oriental contest

Jazz mags raise the level of his pillow
(Bed sheets changed every day)
The dwindling fifty - gramme pouch stays in his cell
During exercise and landing social
And he’s never left England
And he’s never left Liverpool