A Bride With Jihadi Pride

I’m done with those endless episodes
When we founded Caliphate of Hate
I stand alone at faith’s crossroads
Baptized by misery of my fate!

I chose Syria for faith’s service
Where kaffirs’ deaths are cherished like fests
Malice of a profound prejudice
Is suckled by our poisonous breasts!

Jihad is o’er, now I want my home
And a passport to my freedom lost
In UK, crusade is, no sin-drome
Every infidel must pay my religion’s cost!

What’s left of me, a ravished womb
Baptized by a belief mortified
Yet flaunts to world her spent aplomb
A Bride With Jihadi Pride!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra

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