The Battle of Sunflower Hill

Akmed and Saleem where regulars in the neighborhood Full of smiles and Arabic charm Now they seem to all have but gone Seems the young ones like to preach and fight Nothing at all seems to work out right Well the summer was hazy, the sun so hot Gardens blooming, butterfly’s with champagne wings Sunflowers making their journey on high Kissing the sun, as the baker’s bread made us sigh Then one morning the evil returned Akmed and Saleem would make us dread The beheaded slaughter, the bloody thirsty lust These terrorists would not stop, no matter the fuss The carnage was bloody, leg and limb lie all over This battle was lost, before the morning was over They destroyed all that was left in their tornado’s path No mercy or begging would make them see the math Tears flowed from my eyes Sunflowers sliced and murdered Beheaded in wars’ lustful pain Those damn ISIS ones must bow in shame It’s autumn The crusades’ are over We lost this bloody war Those fanatic squirrels surely will be back for more!