FIRST ADVISOR
The Satans order is firm every
where,
The masses too like the servitude snare.
The bows were writ for the poor in fate,
A pray without stay their natures trait.
Either in his heart a wish does not lie,
If wakes up ever, would be raw and die.
Isnt this a marvel of constant push hence,
That Mullah is tied with kingship fence.
A best booze it was to Eastern nature then,
No lesser vice singing to eloquence ken.
The Haj and Kaaba Rounds yet a rite though,
The nude sword of Moniin is blunt I know.
On whose despair he formed a queer view,
"On Muslim war is banned in this age new"