Before the midnoon sermon was a starter
He had sat quietly on the corner,
His mien dripping with wudhu water
His all seeing eyes observe in glister
Standing on the altar was the preacher
Who took a brush and painted in anger
Onto the canvas of mosque-goers minds
"His face, everybody!" so cruel and malignant
Closing his preach, he asked everyone
to amien to the goodies begged from Him
