Con Joy!

by Alcreator Litt Dear

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"Selaam Aalekum,
Master, master, master, good afternoon, it's over, it's done,
786 cheers to our 9/11 mission!
The Job's over,
States' pride's marooned,
Back to Hell, the twin virgins are,
In dust, buried the soaring towers,
Black anaconda's gulped the nation's bone and back,
Summoned are the white terrorists,
Mourning Headlong terror's on road, dying!
Loosened, slack pseudo-democratic security cops,
Great Allah, what a lordly victory!
Isn't it, sir?
Amen! Long live Jihad!"

"Aalekum Selaam, pat', good afternoon,
Tell me live! What's the news? "

"Janaab, my sir,
Inshaah Allah, the Almighty Allah,
I see Him in black now,
In an enchanting smiling across the sky, my lord,
Glory, grace upon us, how chivalrous it is!

He's blessing us, Allah Mian, our beloved Allah,
Mian the Great, a huge black flag in air, He's flying!
Praising us, the bluish azure ocean of happiness,
Demoralized Black Panther State is limping;
Dark Titanic city ship is drowning,

O sir, vividly I can see all!
Screaming voice orange is tempting me,
Demolishing milky sound is embracing my heart,
Blackish smoky Biryaani is spraying fragrance,
Lava smoke last world wonder is kissing my lips,
Fire blazing historian is writing history,

Are you listening, sir? Oh yes!
Mortar wise are scribbling yellowish gold pages,
Professor of History is awed with live history,
Excavators' planning is going fast,
Religious avatars are deadly watching the rubbish,
Teachers of religion are teaching history,
Sculptors! My goodness world history, reading they are!
Youths are condemning the leaders!

How's the news, sir, going on?
More to tell you sir, even more!
My salute to your patience, sir,
I see, stone hills are emerging fast,
Growing slowly steel plate mountains are,
Beams are loosing shapes in structure,
Charred damp bricks are splintering,
Gold and iron getting a good mix,
The black and the white are making a flavor splendid,
A painter is just painting the whole on a canvas,

What a joy seeing these! Sir,
Live history, what a pleasure to share with! Sir,
Bones like ants are burying under grave,
Fleshes are lying scattered unfit for Kaabaab,
Live roasting of bones and flesh, how delicious!
A hotchpotch, masonic mix, man and animals,
Sir, before my eyes, graves are growing,
Pebble Mountains, Dust Mountains, Fume Mountains,
Bonny Mountains, Stony Mountains and more,
How quickly those are forming!
And those are taking refuge to graves live,
Skulls are playing 'hide and seek',
Going yellowish, eyes are!

What a grace watching!
How fortunate I am!
Great, I'm also a part of history in the making, Sir,
Just a little more, Sir,
Allow me to finish my job,
Here we are!

Wires are threading pulps,
Furniture are loosing owners' identity,
Sick pop rush for living is playing 'Gold Rush',
Ant survival run film shows are showing great,
Spreading, mountain scaring tension is,

And you know Sir,
War red alert is jeering at the administrators,
Blackly black rhythms are harmonizing;
Dark notes are playing our rap music albums,
Curious reddish eyes are gazing at the century's wonder,
Visitors are rushing hither and thither,
Sealed are the borders now,
No entry of an ant, sir!

To see is to believe, sir,
Aftermath, how soothing and funny it is!
They are media, scribbling white on black sheets,
No surprise Sir, here are many rescuers,
They too love black,
Yellow ribbons 'do not cross' are nice to see,
They are all in yellow,

A little more to tell you Sir,
I know we are busy in our mission,
Here it is more!
Soil is soaking the maroon blood,
Million-dollar snaps are on,
Rumor's traveling faster than light,
Forecasters are drawing back log calculations,
Lip service administrators are expressing awes,
Terrorist ministers are kicking the stone,

Good Heaven!
I hear, telephones are in red melody,
Missing squads are breaking dreams,
Security cops are remembering old lessons,
Pseudo democratic servants are dialing retirement,

Oh my goodness, sir!
No trace of animals here!
A few dead animals are sleeping with white hairs,
Some insect-creature are counting last days with black hairs,
Birds are migrating to black free lands,
What the hell are they doing here, the vultures in the sky!
You too enjoy a little, Sir."

"Excellent! How are you feeling now?"

"Doubtlessly, safe being a dual US citizen,
Better, I'm feeling much better, Master."

"Suvan Allah, Allah Suvan,
Great Allah, Mian Allah,
Aren't you proud of our mission?"

"Obviously, feeling kinglike, nay lion-like, sir,
O Allah, thanks to your grace,
What a pride!
I'm a Jihad member
A living banter!

You know, sir,
I love to breathe in live devastation demo.
Never, love's labor lost never,
Toil of ours is smiling at the government,
Flying colors are visible, thanks to our dedication,
Great many thanks to our trainers, Jihad ministry,
Here! What a black fire sky I find!

Pride is mine, sir,
I'm a witness,
O black universe master,
Pride is mine, you're sir."

"How do you like it?
Don't you salute me?
Love your happiest earth emperor?"

"Beyond doubt, you are, indeed,
O my Master, the global emperor!
O my universal crowned Allah appointed king,
What's our next mission, sir?"

"Wait n' watch!
What 'bout our Jihad martyrs?"

"Of nine Jihad soldiers and ministers,
Six casualties only are there, sir."

"Suvaan Allah, Allah is great,
Do you know our global jihad investment?
Don't you?"

"Very well, sir,
It's nominal for this 9/11 mission,
Two planes,
I mean two attacking war jet planes,
One thousand billion dollars,
Independent Jihad Government,
Royal Jihad Ministry,
Bullet Jihad members,
Million dollar Training Ministry,
Internet n' Global Network Ministry,
And the bonded members, a lot more.....
Right! Amen, sir."

"What 'bout white collar terrorists'?"

"Tauba Tauba, damn, damn,
Casualties! In thousands, all white collar terrorists'
Or all white collar supporters of white terrorism,
Can anyone better than us know the truth?
I know I'm not wrong, sir,
And the losses are immensely immeasurable;
Why should we bother their investment?
Watch live, breaking news on BBC, London,
We are becoming historic, sir,
Let'em make us immortal fighters against white terrorism."

"Inshaah Allah, we got Allah's Orders,
Divine Orders are awaited further,
Sleep! We shall never sleep or rest either,
Till we banish white collar terrorism and hypocrisy,
Should we ever retire?
Enjoy and report the airy nation's devastation,
Allah is happy, as you too have seen,
Thanks to all our members,
We kept His words,
Ok, get ready for underground,
Fly to Kenya on a new mission, Amen."

"To Kenya, my pleasure, Master,
Ne'er stop missions, sir, let's teach them good lessons,
After the Americans, white collar terrorists in Kenya,
More in series, largely to Russia, the UK,
Let all our enemies and foes be buried,
We'll make a new land, free of terrorism,
As Allah will guide us,
O my Orb King Master, you're great,
Savior, accept my salute."

"Enjoy, Alvida, long live Jihad, over."

"Khoodah Hafez,
Alvida Master, victory to Jihad,
Good night, Amen!"

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Please read this work on a telephonic conversation between two terrorists, partners or devils, or con men, who enjoy (con man's joy) on devastations as they enjoy their telephonic conversation on the day, slow and freely for I have used sentences with twisted order of expression

God is religion free

God is Omniscient (He knows everything)

God is Omnipotent (God can do anything, anywhere, anytime)

God is Omnipresent (God is present everywhere, anywhere on His Created Universe)

This work is like an act of Satan, for here I have expressed the viewpoints and joys the terrorist partners (one is master) as they on their telephonic conversation get and continue their telephonic conversations for sometime, but there is nothing to derogate or hurt anyone who has faith, belief in a specific religion, case or community; the act is expressed devastating and how two humanity and civilization banishers, destroyers are enjoying at their devilish, condemning and destructive acts on their telephonic conversation

Poetic licence used in expression of meaning, style and art of expression

Lesser punctuation is intentional

Man includes woman

Repetition is absolute, purpose and necessary, though intentional

This is an independent chapter 14 / 22 of the book

Con Joy = contra joy; devil's joy; a terrorist's joy, a con man's joy upon devastations

This is a free verse poem, free of rhymes, free of meters, not a contest entry

This is a free verse poem expressed in a free telephonic conversation, a description speaks how a terrorist describes a terrorist act on human civilization on a telephonic after the devastation and he does this privately or secretly and it is missionary as he expresses his joy at the devilish act

This is not to hurt anyone to repeat telling about the devastation, this is an imaginary poem to tell about joy that a terrorist or con man or devil feels after the devastation

If you do not like this work on any ground, faith, belief, point etc please escape and leave

It is a self-explanatory, conversational free verse poem in my style, intentional, with no rhyme, metrical or syllable bounds

It speaks the truth in camera, larger and stranger than a fiction; the subject is fictional

It offers con (contra) joy after 9/11; the teller and the listener on the telephone, both feel con joy at the devilish happening

The devastation is now a part of World History concerns Humanity, beyond Religions; nothing malicious

The Book is dedicated to mankind

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