Dont Call Him a Terrorist

You don’t call him Terrorist’ Who can’t dislocate a wrist: Whose speeches do the plain harm While he might not waste a farm. His palms like ancestors bares, Ancient styles promotes like wares; He’d forgotten worldly cares, Save open taunts of false heirs… Less Terrorist Humorist To whom East West is West East And A K 47 Kills just 47… He is no more terrorist As the clothed is Nudist: In speeches sues not for peace And cares not when faces crease Fears food cooked by his niece And wife first asks to taste hers In case Eater ends in hearse… Strange ways of prizing his fame: Free to Holy wedlock shame: The marching to marriage lame; Juliet’s love for Romeo tame.