Sonnet #1

Their policy is to maintain a hold
On ancient values in Old Testaments.
And to export these crusty rules of old,
To all our inner city apartments.
They plan to send abroad things stranger still.
Whose definitions are so very vague.
Democracy, liberty, and free will
Will be abused to wage wars and to plague
The Arabs: Sunnis, Shiites, all alike.
Who will, in turn, rise up to pilot planes
Of death. Straight through the brother metal spikes
They’ll crash, and plunge the island into flames.
And all the while the leader sits and stares.
Not knowing how to quench the mortal flares.