The plump man who walked away from the burning car
Used in a failed attempt to blow up an airport, didn’t set
Himself, on fire; and luckily the police didn’t kill him,
We will be able to hear is explanation in court.
The man is a medical doctor, how naïve I have been
Thought this profession was a matter of higher calling,
A wish to help people in need; yet this doctor behaved
As a car mechanic would, at a car wrecking derby
So much hate, the man is a Sunni Arab, very religious
They tell us; we, the west, occupied and destroyed his
Country, yet his behaviour was utterly despicable, as
Indeed ours, for having brought anarchy to his country.
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