Abu Izzadeen. A Muslim Radical. England. UK.
Ref, "Religion Related Injuries"
My answer to Abu Izzadeen goes something like this:
William Wordsworth 1750-1850
Something like this, I can’t exactly remember?
Roaring Boys and Whor’es, (old English not derogatory)
When our heart’s beat to fiddle and drum;
Our proper employment should be reckless enjoyment,
For too soon the noiseless night will come.
Full poem on this blog: somewhere?
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not; Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.