Monday, 10 October 2011
A few weeks ago, the poet laureate penned a poem for the 'Pride of Britain' Tariq Jahan in response to the Birmingham riots.

After the evening prayers at the mosque,

came the looters in masks,

and you three stood,

beloved in your neighbourhood,

brave, bright, brothers,

to be who you were –

a hafiz is one who has memorised

the entire Koran;

a devout man –

then the man in the speeding car

who purposefully mounted the kerb …

I think we all should kneel

on that English street,

where he widowed your pregnant wife, Shazad,

tossed your soul to the air, Abdul,

and brought your father, Haroon, to his knees,

his face masked in only your blood

on the rolling news

where nobody's children riot and burn.

Now that the 'martyr' Tariq is being dragged through the 'racist' justice system by 'islamophobes' who charged him first with GBH and now malicious wounding, I feel that this second wave of suffering he is experiencing also deserves to be commemorated in a poem.
Back from the benefits office,
A fresh kebab gleamed bright beside you on the seat
Of your uninsured car.
All you wanted was to be home,
Where you could be amongst your own,
Eat your kebab, and watch the Islam channel.
Then the foolish driver came.
He forced you to become:
Tariq, the man of rage,

I think we all should kneel
on that English street,
Where the dhimmi driver made
The pride of Britain,
The true, truest face of Britain
Forswear the path of peace.
How dare his teeth and jaw obstruct
The motion of your jihad fist?

On their dark blogs and in their bitter homes
The islamophobes are smiling.
There is glee amongst them,
As the martyr goes on trial,
Persecuted for his righteous rage.




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