Religious Lunatics

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.