Decadence in the West

Decadence in the West (so said the robin)

Decadence oozes from our liquid crystal screens,
And Islam is taken aback.
It’s Mohammad that we want, one of them screams.
Get out of our country,
get out of Syria,
get out of Jordon,
get out of Egypt,
get out of Iran,
get out of Iraq.

Leave us to wallow in our interpretation
of what life is supposed to be.
Leave us to our task of destroying the west.
It’s the mask of Christianity that prevents you to see,
That the way of the Muslim is most certainly the only,
and certainly the best to be.

Take your unholy decadence and be away from us all,
Let us face Mecca,
let us have our Jihad,
let us have our honor killing.
Let us keep our women subservient
Let us tear down the western wall.

You're infidels!
and it’s your existence that will never stand,
one of them says.
Sleep with an eye pealed to Mecca,
For it’s our Jihad that we have planned.

It’s the decadence itself that feeds on itself in the west,
And one of them says,
I’ll take your life if I get the chance,
because you see,
your no better than the rest.

Or perhaps I’ll leave you alone
and simply let you do yourself in . . .
perhaps that would be the best.

And the decadence oozes from our liquid crystal screens,
Our giant windows to the world
brings us the Jihad in our living rooms.
Perhaps they're right,
Perhaps it’s our own immorality,
that will be our undoing,
As we watch intently, with silent screams.

It’s decadence feeding on decadence.
Decadence in the Western world.
From their perspective, could it be
ourselves we’ve been screwing.

I think not!
What we have here,
is a failure to communicate.
Despite their hatred,
we have no ill will.

So said the robin,
sitting on the window sill.