Friday, July 22, 2011

Nostradamus made a subtle
Declaration, no rebuttal
Terror from the infant mewling
Danger from a different schooling
Watchmen rattled, with a yearning
From the book, denied the learning
Ages gone in tangled armour
Crosses on a rotten banner
Hail to thee, Mohammad’s calling
To the evil empire, falling
From its place of latent vigour
Points the gun then pulls the trigger