Religion

These kings parade our streets
As if stones cant be thrown at them
They walk into our homes clad in majesty
We are seduced to silence by the scents they wear
Incense mixed in gin and powder
These kings take our women from us
What they did to 'em we never know
But they've never been the same ever since

Solomon again?
Let my wife be!
We follow in the footsteps of our masters.

We are soldiers of our own
We Create our own enemies
With just one aim
Plunder, rape, ballyrag, and take over their lands
We follow in the footsteps of our teacher
             
He wants us to multiply and own the world
Everything therein
He wants us to create more souls
We are doomed if we don't
                
Succour    master   I want to inherit your kingdom
Teach me the letters in your words
Wield me your shield, I'll fight for your weakness
               
We want Others to be like us
And we are not even us

Rumi says every wine can get you high
So behave like a king and choose the purest
Be religious enough
If  Mohammed was alive
Would he want Jesus dead?