• Rise from your grave. It’s Easter Sunday
  two-thousand sixteen years A.D.
  Save the West with hashtag child’s play
  Post on FaceBook, fancy-free.

  Easter pinks and chick-yellow highlights
  Nestléd eggs and pastel notes
  fail to charm our friends the Ishmaelites
  poised to slit our kuffar throats.

  Love your rabbit; keep on shopping.
  Watch the game and charge your phone.
  Allah’s bunnies won’t stop hopping
  Till they make your land their own.

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