Poetry

Gather around and hearken, you ladies and gentlemen

I have tidings for every woman and every man 

I, the chosen and distinguished Mr. Bulletman, 

I decree the birth of the glorious new kingdom of Bullestan
 
Let me be clear, in my kingdom there will be no room for wise men

Because I, the Bulletman, know they’re worse than bogeymen

So, to protect you, good people, from these evil men,

I will your brains every morning scan

And certainly in the evening thoroughly rescan

Till thine brains turn completely spick-and-span

Then I will tell you how to read and understand the Koran

Because alone, simply none of you can

Trust me my good people. All I want is strengthening your “Iman”

And to do so, I had to travel lands as far as Afghanistan

And learn from the great gurus of Taliban 

Who triumphantly demolished the Buddhas of Bamiyan

Well, you and I, we shall follow the path of the great Taliban

We will silence every breath and every voice we don’t agree with in our Klan

That is the way we shall rule and I’m sure we can!

So Glory be to me Bulletman and my kingdom Bullestan;-)