Connecting with the Umma
In space and time,
Prostrate in prayer
Contained and comforted
By the mosque’s sanguine light,
The ordered lines of acolytes
In reverential rows.
All herein was ordered and controlled,
Gender’s appropriately separated,
The air devoid of ****** musk,
All done correctly to dusty text.

Outside, oh outside, is chaos
The kaffir engaged in godless behaviour
Flesh exhibited in defiance of god’s
Thousand clearly expressed rules
Remorselessly recorded within
The rippling shadows of sand.
That unknown form sitting in judgement
In a heavenly court, unseen and oblique,
But remarkably like the courts of men.

Tainted thoughts of the unbeliever-
Intimate touches in the moonlight,
Caresses in the sunlight
Laughing, singing, and drinking,
Unaccustomed to strict religious
Contemplation, the rightful punishments
That occasion neglect.
The serpentine gaiety unravelling his solemn mind.  
He held his throbbing
Head as he released himself from prayer;
Walking outside the women’s exposed flesh
Gave him murderous ideas.

Bespoke embroidered trimmings of white laces
the haughty malice of shunned tattered petticoats
flounced in tempestuous rage the fear of exposure
glimpses of shaming pox and stinking boils underneath
for the soft fleece snow must glint pristine and picturesque
the spotless carpet over the quagmire of mucky dirt beneath

Murderous intentions tailored by dire skilled crafts
exacting measurements truncated to be fitted as a kipper
in mills and ivory towers damasks and brocade in silk and satin
laid down, trampled, stained distressed and ripped into sackcloth
in honeyed voices painted faces murdered fabrics in deceitful ways
in white petticoats embattled none gets a peak past the décolletage

Perchance molls find honour in stark dishonour
for when purity and innocence was lost and nakedness sin
the tale spoke that leaves turned covers and Eve blazed trails
the forked tongues of serpents ring out all lands here and yonder
remember He that spake the truth was strung up on Roman wood
what chance have you Kaffir daring to reject and expose the malignant tumors of the Pearls of Lucifer in Janet Reger's petticoats