Knicker Bomber Glory?

Paradise lost, O Truthful One?
Did you mistake
UCL for the Sorbonne,
or Berkeley, perhaps?
Did you believe
that generations of madrassah
boys (not girls - of course),
from Leeds to the Lebanon,
would devour 'Jundi of the Jihad'
in 'Al Asad' or 'Al Mansoor'?
Did you expect
Knicker Bomber Glories
on the menu at the Ice Cream Parlour?
What a shaming thing,
an African Holy Warrior
with a damp squib in his trousers.
Did you forget
the first to trade in
Yoruba, Hausa and Igbo came
from desert lands?
Did you swallow
The Base corruption
of a holy book, or was
a Pathan philosophy your motive?
(Come Mr Taliban, Tally Me Banana).