They Are the Infidel
They Are the Infidel
On the menu was not meant to be;
What a horrible thing some did see;
To be a great meal they would serve;
Those terrorists have quite a nerve.
Here we are weeping with much grief;
While they were following their belief;
Each one them will end up on hell;
It is they not us who are the infidel.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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