Die, Man, Rhymin’: The Wit And Wisdom Of Zakaria Amara
A LITTLE MUSLIM FROM PALESTINEI’ll always be a contender
Yes, I know my bones are very tender
And by Allah you won’t see me surrender
Look at my eyes? You’ll see no butterflies
My home is filled with cries… due to all the lost lives
But I swear by Allah I’ll never compromise
I’ll still throw the stones even with my broken bones
Why can’t I hear from you, don’t you have any phones?
Ya I forgot, your not on the chase, try it out and put your self in my place
Soon I’ll return to my lord , the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry cause of me you’ll find no trace
It really is to late, why did you wait?
You could have sent me at least one dinner plate
I guess it is my fate
And La Ilaha Illa Allah is my mate.
Stephen Taylor did a bit of Googling on the names of those arrested last week in the alleged plot to bomb targets in and around Toronto and turned up the above wretched piece of poesy, written by one Zakaria Amara. Other contributions to his oeuvre here and here.
For extra fun, you can try to hack his email address, zack_amara@hotmail.com . I tried a few obvious passwords—islam, jihad, allah—with no luck. Funny, that’s not how it works in the movies.
I would imagine that the cops already know what’s in it, but maybe not. So here’s your chance to become a counter-terrorism hero.
My talents lie elsewhere, such as promoting the careers of imprisoned “artists.” To that end, I submitted young Zak’s ode to suicide bombing to Poetry.com.
Poetry.com is, if not a scam, about as close to one as you can get. Would-be poets submit their would-be poetry to contests the site runs. No matter how awful it is, the sender gets an email claiming that his entry has qualified as a semi-finalist and it can be seen in printed form (with a couple thousand other semi-finalists) for the bargain price of $50.
If you want to see just how bad some of these are, here’s a page where you can read them as they stream in.
Here’s an explanation of how these vampires operate. And here’s Dave Barry, writing about the same company in the pre-Internet days.
There’s at least one (very entertaining) blog called the Amazingly Bad Poetry Journal that grabs some of the worst and makes fun of them. Maybe Zakaria’s about to get doubly famous.
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