The Squeeze
A Qatari garlic Amir, with fingers tight,
Squeezes western lemons, drains them white.
A citric terror press, a ruthless hand,
Submission extracted, political favors command,

Each oil drop a tale of Jihadi ambition,
His blood money shines with false contrition.

His name Tamim bin Hamad Al Thani whispered, sharp and sour,
A death merchant with demonic power.
To every purse, a coin is fed,
Every real-estate the mortgage is shed—

Each oil drop a tale of Jihadi ambition,
His blood money shines with false contrition.

His fortune twists in cunning ways,
A kingpin’s touch and public opinions sway.
Through Al-Jazeera, he’s admired,
His fanatic hate fuels his grand desire—

Each oil drop a tale of Jihadi ambition,
His blood money shines with false contrition.

A hospital wing, his name inscribed,
An Ivy League hall where scholars reside.
An endowment built on future regret,
Magically public figures pay all their debt—

Each oil drop a tale of Jihadi ambition,
His blood money shines with false contrition.

Still, the Qatari garlic Amir, bitter and sour,
His throne is built high on Jihadi power.
Don’t be fooled by wealth’s chic disguise,
Blood money, is venom and gilded lie—
Who takes its gold, his soul will die.

In ref to Job 21:7-17 – Why do the wicked live on, prosper, and grow wealthy?

Credit: Appalachian Mountain Band

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