Warning! Anti religious content which may offend some.
Dear president David Cameron
(Is it president or prime minister? I always get it wrong)
My solicitors have advised me you are moving me on
But I believe this is now the country where I do belong.
You accuse me of being a terrorist
To my mind, with very little evidence
My solicitor and I continue our protest
Your nation knows of me due to your own twisted national press
I know your rules on human rights
You've locked me up to keep me out of sight
I'm going to use your rules to make you pay
I'm dubbed a preacher and a few listen to what I say
Now your judges want to extradite me to the USA
But they will make my life hell each day
You claim to have freedom of speech
But you're not happy with the language that I speak
We all know that your rules are weak
Your prisons are hotels and I get peaceful sleep
I have cost your tax payers millions for my lengthy stay
To clothe, feed and keep me clean and healthy each day
The Americans will abuse me in Guantanamo bay
Please I beg you, listen to what I, the "hate preacher" has to say
I'm rehabilitated and no longer face the east to pray
I'm now a converted Christian and have faith in the west's ways
If you need proof just ask the Archbishop of Canterbury as he knows my fears
I have been confessing to him for many years
He says his god always forgets and forgives
Those that have sinned then beg on their knees
P.S. I consider changing my name by deed poll to George Smith
In honour of your patron saint and my new faith
My new faith in your god, so please let me stay
Come on, give me another chance, what do you say?
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