O, caliph

[Mohammad Ahmad]

O, the caliph of Muslims
You distorted the doctrine
You inhaled your bath moss
To put in an energy of total folly
Then you mixed with foolishness
To enter the wrong road
Still silly on great deal of words
Never had you learnt
Even a letter of Koran
To kill people
To dismiss people
You learned much
What a face should be of hell?
To grasp near to innocent faces
The children yet no lesson to read
The sparrows yet no nest would attend
And you are the face of ugly guilty
To twist the facts yet you are not surrendered
For what shall you surrender?
To kill more for the sake of passed years.
Said, the minaret of Hadba is yours
And no hudna shall be wise with you
To know, just you should know
Children will never listen to you
Mosul will be the grave of you
And we are people never know the disgrace
To fight one year
We shall fight you centuries
And you are the last man
To know Koran