Prophet - Mohammed
Book - The Koran
Osama bin Laden:
Where is the Love in you
that your Prophet preached?
Where is the Peace within
Where is your Compassion
for the people you
Or your Tolerance for
any opinion save your own?
Your Prophet Mohammed
left a message of
Wisdom and Beauty , a message of Hope and Understanding.
A message to be followed, not altered at the whim of every would-be critic.
So are you so egotistical
that you think that you
can interpret his words?
That you can perhaps
improve on the wisdom of
your own Prophet?
Greater scholars than
you have studied the Koran and found it perfect in their eyes, and
felt no need to alter it to further their own private agenda.
Why do you?
Nowhere in your Book does
it endorse Suicide or Murder or hatred of those of other Faiths.
does it propagate the abuse of women or the neglect of children.
you think that you, Osama bin Laden, superstar, have the right to manipulate
its message? If so, by what Divine Right?
Islam has produced great
men and philosophers, men of education and stature with understanding and
You are not one of them.
While theirs is the voice
of Reason, yours is the
ranting of a madman.
You are an intellectual
and moral pygmy undeserving of their company.
Stature is counted not
in inches but in greatness.
There is no greatness
The only thing monumental
in you is the breadth of your Ego and the depth of your Depravity.
Your staggering Arrogance
is matched only by your astounding Ignorance.
But you would tell the
world in your childish words what Allah would have us do, even when it
stands contrary to the sacred word of your Prophet?
You would kill and maim
and terrorise in the name of your Prophet, and in so doing desecrate
his teachings and blaspheme the very God you claim to serve.
So, Osama bin Laden and
your ilk, go back to the caves you share with vermin, vipers and other
creatures of the night.
You need have no fear
You know, as they do,
that your venom is more powerful than theirs, and longer-lasting.
Their venom attacks the
body, while your poison slowly eats away at the very soul of all who come
in contact with you.
But, in the fullness of
Time, when the books are written and the songs are sung, and they will
when good men once again rest in perfumed gardens and eat ripe olives
and drink the wine of Love; when women once again dance and children laugh;
then, when they remember the glorious poets and philosophers and, yes,
warrior heroes, you will
not be among them.
You will be as a piece
of dung between the
the footprints of History, a pimple on the
face of Humankind, the tiny dot at the end of a badly
The passing nightmare,
a tale to scare little children
on a dark night.
Not even an Evil Genius,
for there is no genius in
Only a terrible mediocrity.
So, Osama bin Laden, superstar.
To you and your ilk I
I still believe that the
Sun energizes and the Rain nurtures.
That the Breeze cools
and the Snow invigorates
and makes the world look pretty.
The Moon still ushers
in my dreams at night, and
the Stars are still what I wish upon.
The beauty of Poetry and
Literature still lifts my spirit, and Music still touches my soul.
A child’s smile is more
than ever a thing of joy, and a friend’s touch a sign of caring.
And, yes, red is still
the color of roses and berries
and the cheeks of a newborn child and the
You see, the One God is
Great, and All-powerful
He is also a God of Love,
and Compassion and Forgiveness. Of Wisdom and Beauty and Grace.
And it is that very Grace
that may shine even on
YOU SEE, I AM
NOT THE INFIDEL.