In Sønderberg the other day
A teenage girl used pepper spray
To rout a randy “refugee”
From somewhere far across the sea
Who threw down and molested her.
The cops arrested her.
 
As part of a jihadist plot,
A brute assailant took a shot
At a fine Copenhagen man
Who’d deprecated the Quran.
When the brave soul who’d nearly died
Then publicly identified
The thug who’d tried to kill him, he
Was charged with grave delinquency:
Breaching privacy.
 
In Mölndal, a Somali teen
Plunged a long blade into the spleen
Of a young Swedish altruist
Who’d yearned to do one thing: assist.
The land’s top cop went on TV
And trumpeted his sympathy.
For the poor girl who’d lost her life?
No. For the kid with the knife.
 
At one time it was understood
That a devotion to the good
Didn’t mean one should be blind
To evil, or pretend to find
Some virtue in sheer villainy.
To see what isn’t there to see
Is not a sign of rectitude.
To point out evil isn’t rude;
To fight it is good.
 
 
You can’t, however hard you try,
Mistake for a speck in the eye
A loaded Uzi in the hands
Of some rough beast from foreign sands
Intent on taking out a child.
You’ll win no points for being mild
To members of a desert creed
That seeks to make the heathen bleed
And preaches that the kind and meek
Are contemptibly weak.
 
Christ said to turn the other cheek.
But what if it’s not just your cheek?