Rattled by a few folks whose intents are unknown
Terrified Earth trembles at its own shadow.
Both believers of the holy Cross of renown
And the lot who face Mecca every noon
Feel this palpable cloud of fear and gloom.
Watchdogs seem to gaze solely on the moon
Unsure of these beasts’ beliefs and aspiration.
Procreating under the shadow of the crescent
They unleash terror in a cloak of divine inspiration:
But the wise one world is not deceived!
Our shared web will capture our common enemy
And abort cross-cultural threats being conceived.
Sleep will yet fill the eyes of our young ones
Bringing with it the liberty we once achieved.
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