Sonnet: To An Unknown Muslim

I guess you'd kill me if you got the chance
As I would you, yet love you like a brother.
You're more my kin than that benighted other,
The limp Liberal, with his icy tolerance.
Over the centuries, a deadly dance
We've stepped, Crescent and Cross, and for a while
In Spain you conquered, stayed -  Cordoban glazed tile
Speaks of your conquest, which stopped short of France.

You slew for Allah, as we for our Lord.
You bomb still to impose submission
To Islam, and your bloody mission
Is to end filthy decadence with the sword.
If we had your conviction, will of steel,
We'd change the world. We lack only the zeal.