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A Song to the Taliban

With apologies to Virgil, from whom I borrowed the first line, below is my special “Song to the Taliban”:

I sing of arms and the Taliban, who first from the heights of the Hindukush came to the den of the Monster of Mingora. Righteous beyond measure, these mighty seed of Mohammed honed their cunning plan with skill possessed only by the most intrepid of warriors. Spurning all earthly concerns, these ferocious Protectors of Pakistan stealthily sprang their canny trap for her whose name is whispered in the dark only by the most valiant: the Monster of Mingora, horrible Malala Yousufzai. Oh, sing at the campfires, lift praise to the Most High, shout hallelujahs, clash cymbals, and bang the drums loudly to the glory of the Taliban. Who cannot rejoice that the Taliban are with us? For they are the right hand of justice, the anointed, the manly ones who shot the Monster posing as a fourteen-year old girl. Mighty is the glory of their near-victory. Great will be their scorn among all generations. Greater will be the renown of their ignominy. Greatest will be their place among the dross of the earth.