Mohamed Bouhlel
“How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!”~ Isaiah 52:7
How beautiful are the feet of him who
Stomps hard on the accelerator of
A truck to run down children by that blue,
That wine dark Mediterranean. Love,
Some higher kind of love, motivates such
Feet. Surely they don’t smell of human male
Sweat. They are ineffably out of touch
With mundane care for little kids who pale
To insignificance when higher aims
Come into play with pedals driven by
The love of Allah. Nothing normal tames
Such sacred, stenchless feet. Their creeds deny
Parental love. These شُهَدَاء * are dads
Caught up in Islam’s Seljuk godly fads.
* šuhadā: holy jihad martyrs