Swords Of Qādisīyah

Time for a photo-op

smile,

in a mile it’ll be a frown.

Heres the keys to conquest

bow your head

as heavy swords strike you down.

 

Thirteen-hundred years gone by

still celebrate spilled blood

swords fade in the rearview now

as death waits in the mud

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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