Sacred Slaughter

They were born, as are we all,

with tender flesh but not

of tender hearts.  Primitive savagery

was their inheritance, and it was

deliberately installed secure

within their tribal psyches

as a grim memorial to the past;

distant but never beyond memory.

Bitter rage and biting hatred

of those not of their superior clan

was carefully instilled as they

outgrew infancy to attain the

maturity of tribal justice and

the assurance that The Prophet

(may peace and blessings be upon him) 

approved only of their brand of Islam, 

scorning all others.  That scorched 

core of their hearts became the stone 

of heartlessness enabling the

pitiless slaughter of the feeble,

pregnant women, the aged and the

tender under-aged, silt upon the Earth,

better destroyed than to degrade

Islam with their sectarian impurities,

those miserable apostates, those

scum on the glorious face of Islam.

Horror to the compassionate

onlooker, the kuffar and infidels;

a blessed duty of those enjoined

to jihad and sacred martyrdom.