Nightmare Stuff





Inhuman cowardice - Paul Johnson too-

A man of  ardent toil,  filled with great love,

Another one that now the world can view

As nightmare vision with the head cut off.






Paul Johnson, peace and glory onto you!

Prey of the vipers spawned forth from dark hell

Oh martyr, veritable, proven true!

Let cantors chant and deep resound each bell.



What lonely death you suffered Paul, dear Paul!

To sit blindfolded ’mongst the terror horde

What dread an anguish must have filled your soul,

Your sacrifice to glorify the Lord!



Woe! - Mullahs and the Imams don’t speak up,

Their voices mum. tongue-tied,- can not be heard,

While horrors are committed by their flock.

Woe! clerics have to murder thugs deferred.



Recite, declaim with zeal from the Koran,

But turn a blind eye to  atrocity,

Neglect to use authority to ban  

And to denounce their subjects’ savagery. .



Custodians of their  faith, that perhaps nod,  

And in the cockles of their hearts  agree-

Attractive and appealing to them  God!

That does permit this with impunity

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They’r tutoring a flock but don’t forbid

Nor check the terrorists’ abysmal hate,

Debasement and defilement of their creed

With butchers shouting” Allah is so great!”



Apocalyptic Nightmare Acolytes!

That grinning on pale lurid horses sit,

To  spew  forth  chaos and extinguish light

And usher in the darkness of the pit.



How many more beheadings hold in store

For us the fiends or  bombers homicide?

And nightmares horrid, oh how many more?

Of  stomach-curdling views and  deadly blight



Pray to the Lord, pray, pray, lest by surprise

The  fiends with foul assistance have their way,

And reach their goal,-- our legacy’s  demise,

Protect us from  such evil Lord we pray!



Elizabeth Dandy












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