Bin Laden Poem


Death to America
Do what you can, and so shall we. Just wait!—we too are waiting.
— Qur’an XI. 121-22
1. The Great Satan

The inhabitants of the earth

Are drunk

With the wine of your fornications!

You have given birth

To terror, hatred, hysteria!

Your people are sunk

In stupefaction.
Darkness has come upon you.


You think you live in the light.

Your eyes have been blinded.

Your people stumble in darkness.

Greed has undone you.

Pride and lust are your blight.

God’s sees, and has minded!
Miserable crew, forever whining

About 9/11 and your precious virtue!—

As if you alone had known pain

And the world were under obligation

To kiss your feet and court you

And approach you with shining

Eyes—you blot, you stain!—

You object of utter detestation!
Country of murderers and thieves,

Bloodsuckers of the Third World,

Devils with smiling faces—

My curse on you for ever!

May your land be reduced to a wild

Desolation, may all that lives

In your tainted spaces

Never know peace—or joy—ever!
2. The Coming Doom
Where your people once lived

Secure in the illusion

Of their superior virtue,

There the bison will roam

Again, the frog spread confusion

Over the marshes, the vulture thrive.

There’ll be none to hurt you

There, buried beneath your slime!
Another people will possess your land

Taking your place, a race

From beyond the sea, superior

In virtue: one that practises

What you only preach, showing a face

Of kindness and compassion and

Care for mankind: a race far dearer

To God, and less prone to vices.
You brew trouble, you foment wars

So you can peddle your arms.

Pain screams

From the mouths of children so

That your hatchers of harm

Can trinket their whores

And live the American dream.

That way lies hell, and there you go!
You defile all the regions you rule,

You scatter your bases and rob

The lands you begrime and bescum!

Who helps to kill children for kicks

In Palestine? May Abu Ghraib

Gnaw away at your inmost soul

Like a maggot! The time will come

When your backs will be beaten by sticks!
3. The Holy Land
Israel!—an American colony

Disguised as a Jewish state,

Deliberately planted to destabilize

And drive entire races demented!

A country whose main product is hate,

Whose raison d-être is to make misery,

Where peace would be the only surprise!

A country not owned, but rented
From the Arabs temporarily, by force—

Where the rent is always in arrears.

America, the day will come

When the rent will have to be paid

With compound interest. You’ll reap in tears

What you sowed in joy! At the end of this course,

You will pick up the tab and become

Chief debtor for the monster you made!
See, the betrayer of the Jews—

The Jews themselves! Or rather

Those who call themselves Jews, the pseudo

Ashkenazi Jews with their blue eyes

And blonde hair! Could any race be further

From the true Semitic Jews whose

Blended blood has been poured into

Other bloods under alien skies?
These are the ones, the hocus-pocus

Imposter Jews, who now blow the trumpet

For Zion, stigmatizing

Their critics, and heaping abuse

On those who object to the rank armpit

Of Israel!—Oh, how we loathe these bogus

European Jews whose devisings

Were all learnt from Hitler’s hellcrews.
4. The Day of Reckoning
September 11? That was just

The beginning! Prepare for more

Of the same!—for further contingents

Of “cowards” hell bent on suicide

Flying in to your hated shores!

How can you win? You’ve already lost!

You’ve lost respect: the moral argument. 

You are universally despised!
Invincible America, aren’t you glad

You’re so strong? What “courage” it must take

To skulk behind the clouds and rain

Cluster bombs on the weak, without peril

To your own skins! Yes, it’s a piece of cake 

Killing women and children in Baghdad!

Congratulations, America! You win

First prize for shooting fish in a barrel!
Hear now my message: Depart

From our lands: you have your own.

Don’t steal our oil! It lies under

Our sands, and there it shall stay!

Get out of our sight! Leave us alone!

Practise the torturer’s art

On your own people! I wonder

What Christ would think of Camp X-ray?
Nation of impudent parasites!—

Supervirus of the world!—

So you think you hold all the aces?

Hear now my curse: May all your bones 

Be broken, your ashes all whirled

To the wind! May you who delight

In sowing tares in all places


About kayaerbil

I am a Berkeley educated chemistry Ph.D. who is moving into the area of working on developing appropriate technology for communities that are subjected to socio-economic oppression. The goal is to use simple and effective designs to empower people to live better lives. Currently, I am working with Native Americans on Pine Ridge, the Lakota reservation in South Dakota. I am working with a Native owned and run solar energy company. We are currently working on building a compressed earth block (CEB) house that showcases many of the technologies that the company has developed. The CEB house is made of locally derived resources, earth from the reservation. The blocks are naturally thermally insulating, keeping the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Eventually, a solar air heater and photovoltaic panels will be installed into the house to power the home and keep it warm, while preserving the house off the grid. A side project while in Pine Ridge is a solar computer. I hope to learn about blockchain encryption software for building microgrids. In addition, it is an immediate interest of mine to involve local youth in technology education.
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