This poem, which is bad? Honesty please?
Sultan kings sing songs proclaim the faith of Muhammad Between each verse of glory One throws Moor pain in gardens of roses red blood of children parade March sun And their faces behind innocent Muslims and the Holy Mosque to pray for a day great Behind each tower more Arab lies the pride of this man's land in the mountains of this nature a nomadic lives Slowly naive song came marching in In the report all that they could quickly reclaim the villages and burning an empire had faded Only they can tell the truth the old hawk of the hill Only brings his melancholy history and life of Al-Andalus
God, that's what I call a poem … nice!
Perth Glory vs Melbourne Victory (Hey Jude – Glory Chant Remix)