With revolt and hatred 'tween Shia and Sun,
'Tween rulers and ruled if only by gun,
'Tween lefties and righties, brown-eyed and blue-,
'Tween anything else that against me sets you.
And declare war on what? A noisy boys club?
These guys on a roll, Mosul as their hub?
They bang, they rap, they show off their tats,
They rule and decapitate infidel rats.
To unemployed Frenchies they can't seem but fab,
Tough and respected and dressed in cool drab.
They'll win some key battles and raise some tarnation,
But let's not believe they'll run a strong nation,
Caring for plumbing, the streetlights and potholes,
And schools and the poor alone in their rotholes.