These lingering shadows out of sight
Inhumane ways with all their might
Firearms, blasts and explosives is all we can hear
When they come out of their hiding places into the clear
Sorrow and fear in hearts of millions
But if I really count maybe it’s in zillions
Terrorists is what I think they call them
Actually they’re UNKNOWN SPECIES, core to stem
Cold-hearted is the wrong word as they don’t have one
In its place there’s a stone, but a heart? No, None
Dying they say they will be martyrs
I think they should be a bit smarter
DUH, they’ll get nothing but hell fire
With unfulfilled desires, they’ll expire
Cowardly creatures, need some dose
WE aren’t afraid, we pity those