Heartless Men
They walk among us these heartless men, looking for targets whose lives to end.
They do not care if young or old; if rich or poor, their hearts are cold.
They plant their bombs to kill and maim and pride themselves on taking blame
Strapping bombs upon their chest they give their lives and think they're blessed.
To see the face of a dying child affects them not, they only smile.
These evil men who love to kill, they must be stopped, their blood be spilled.
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