Wolves of Grey

Chilling smile forming crescent moon

eating from another mouth with stolen spoon

gül reçeli red dripping colouring the lips

genocidal taste lingers in sticky apocalypse.

Yellow eyes mirroring the stars

windows to an inhumanly violent soul

fetid oily skin covered in battle scars

descendant of warriors who came in a shoal.

Lineage traced back to the conquest age

invaders in waves who subjugated Eurasia's gage

riding on bare horseback raised on the steppe

Attila, then Temujin, after Temür sprayed the doorstep.

Innocent blood painted this flag feeding your veins

frowning and resolved you hold these reins

same gripping fashion of Mehmed the stormer

penetrating the walls being sly martial performer.

Taking the spoils of war in your greedy hands

with dağlama demiri printing the slave brands

backdoor traitors permanently burnt into the skin

as stylized hançer sculpted their next of kin.

Fertilized a vast empire with Oriental agility

flooded by feral sperm was Occidental docility

genetic carrier hints at a scrawny outbred body

etched by Altaic mountain range oafishly shoddy.

A hungry wild grey wolf raised in a pack

mangy fur appears silvery in the moonlit dark

crooked teeth gnawing at the cunning itch of dönme

flea on either Sultan or Bourgeois incubates his dogma.

Forced kâfir women before your Uighur panhead ail

harems clustered around you naked and pale

conditioned yeñiçeri also fall head over heels so frail

both on your fully erect eğri kılıç they flail.

Every cariye longs for your tonguelike lokum

same fever given to iç oğlanları brought up in the Enderûn

molested into whirling dervishes on your scimitar

breach Şeriat risking their lives for a lap dance bizarre.

Eclipsed the crescent moon by atrocities of the past

well-nigh, house of cards the grotto shall collapse

in retribution marble cracks releasing the brigades

slays with a swing of his sword the King of Spades.

In between the devil and the deep blue sea,

tails between their legs, grey wolves all will flee

back into the imperial crimson of the Orient

outside the Great Wall quivery howls, cubs spent.