some religious people are like a wolf wearing the skin of a sheep

He spends the day in the garden of killers
Buying and selling weapons to the public
Wasting time and money in chewing narcotics
In the night he retreats to the den of criminals
Meeting with his clansmen to organize war
In between these two ends religion cuts across
He vows rhetorically that he shall die a martyr
Calling people to rise against the infidel
To fight a jihad war against the enemy of Allah
Yet he lives in the bottom of moral decadence
Unaware of the fact that he wallowed
Into the depths of spiritual emptiness
God knows who he is