Billow of the thick smoke And the yellow red flames Danced to the tunes Of their bullets And emerged out of the heritage Like forked bloody tongues Of the blackguards Signaling The dawn of the heaven Of their heritage That came sailing Stealthily and smoothly With the message Of their religion.
Atrophic head, Heart dead, And soul Paralyzed Amidst their Derisive devilish dark Desires and designs. These dons deify The Light of their Lords And defy the darkness Of the innocent Lost gleefully In their mad cheers and tears.
They laugh purely Amidst confusion To the barbaric tunes and din Of their holy instruments. The saviors Of the sanctity of life Bleed with melodious terror To the ceremony Of dirges and destiny!
Look to Life's innocence- The caravan moves on Undeterred With the still More determined defiance! Terror tactics terrify not, The zest for life And the conscience of mankind!
