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Letter to Islam
by Arley Steinhour 111111
I take my mind and heart in hand,
To speak through fingertip,
To say that I am fed up,
With those of lying lip.
'You're moderate, of faith,' you shrill,
'You love your Christian neighbor,'
When 'Imam Twelve,' tells you to 'kill,'
Trigger finger, becomes your 'Savior.'
Those of us who called you friend,
Will someday be your target,
The book on which you do depend,
says kill everyone, who refuse it.
We pray that you, will see where you err,
Love lives nowhere, in your book,
Only in the living Jesus Christ,
Can you Find Love, if you'll just look.
Even though we sometimes fail,
To state how we all should feel,
We too, are only mortal human,
Love is the proper seal.
'You need love others, to succeed,'
Jesus tells us, one and all,
'Widow, and Homeless, we need feed,'
On Him we all must call.
He says to turn the other cheek,
When ever we're struck in face,
Retaliation is not meek,
And should never be in place.
It isn't easy to not slap back,
as we turn the 'other cheek,'
Jesus doesn't say quite what to do,
You might learn if we are not meek.
The time is very close at hand,
Where Imam makes his move,
Imam Twelve will dance right in,
To make you fit his groove.
I truly do not hate you,
nor, do I love you, but I must,
I cannot hate out of the blue,
I'll love the best I can, or bust.
I pray God Snatches up His Bride,
As Bridegroom comes to save our day,
Imam twelve comes like Tsunami tide,
Until Eternal Torment, he must pay.