Jiha and the Fat One

Jihad and the Fat One - a poem in two parts

Jihad! the old man shouted as he stepped on a stone -
So they threw all the stones in the sea.

Jihad! he shouted, as he banged his head against a wall:
So they took down all the walls.

Jihad! he shouted, as he walked into a tree, and now his followers were tired,
But still they uprooted all the trees.

Jihad! shouted the old man hoarsely, looking at the sky, but he was running out of breath,
And his followers had sat down and were beginning to talk amongst themselves.

Jihad! the old man shouted, as a bird shat on his head,
But instead of shooting all the birds his followers asked him a question :

"Sir! Can you teach us about compassion, and love, and changing from the inside ?"


But when they looked, the old man had died of rage.




"Our way is best!" the Fat One cried, '"We stand for freedom!"

Well - possibly.........

You see, Fat One, when you talk of freedom
You think only of Yourself.

This is not freedom.

This is the Fat One thinking only of itself.