Like castrated men
The Arab rulers of the world behave
While those who rally around them
Dressed in Saville row tailor-made suits
And luxurious cars
Will keep on playing tricks
With their hired clowns in the press
And the electronic media.
Lying about every truth
Which I as a journalist do see.
Wine, young and sexy women
And horses with blooming cocks
Are what the rich Arab rulers want
While the downtrodden Muslims worldwide
Suffer the injustices meted out to them
By the enemies of God Almighty Allah
And the enemies of Adam, Eve, Noah and Lot,
Moses, Jacob, Christ and Job...
The Holy Kaaba is still there
And many still go around it
Many a time through the years.
And one day a rich Sheikh will
Try to gain importance for his selfish deeds
By declaring the annual Hajj pilgrimage
And a speech to fit in with his vanity.
Castrated men ye?
Rise up and do your duty to God
And the religion that has made you great.
Before the waiting foreigners
Eying your oil wealth and other treasures
Will send you back to the wilderness
Of the deserts where you once wandered
Like scattered flocks of sheep
Praying for God's help to come
And rescue you from damnation.
O ye castrated Arab leaders
And Sheikhs, with your horses and women
And your seemingly endless oil wells
Wake up ...please...for God's sake ...please
Or there are better men to please
What all God Almighty desires of them.
Wake up O ye castrated ones
Wake up before it is too late
And the proverbial camel kicks you out
From the tent as it once did so...
The forces and legions of the devil
Are ready to pounce on you and destroy you
And do not think that my warnings here
Are the ramblings of a poetic mind
Remember what God says in the Qur'an:
"If ye do not keep your part of the Covenant
You will be the greatest losers...
So wake ye up ye sleeping souls
Lost in booze, wenches and mules!
Wake up and do your role as rulers do
The rulers who believe in God the One
And His beloved Prophet Muhammad.