No rhyme…

Will we hang her by the neck boys, will we stone her until dead?

An adulteress and apostate she chose the harlot’s bed

We’ll wait until her child is born before we use the lash

Don’t ask about corruption and the Presidential stash

We need some propaganda, a distraction from the truth –

The slaughter of the innocents, the abduction of our youth

To be martyred in a Jihad and receive a nation’s thanks

Let’s siphon off the money and feed the Western banks

So take a pregnant woman, whip her skin to shreds

Pretend that it’s Islamic and rest easy in your beds

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