The Terrorist

Our eyes blacken by sins, But our lips curve in a malicious grin¬¬ Ah! So easily we slice another man’s skin. Hidden in the dark, we are dipped in grace, But our aura! Oh, it sure leaves a trace, Disappearing from light, we saddle into space We come from the hunt, To our mighty palaces affront; Of the gardens of bloody stunts. So many are killed by our filthy hands And yet, with pride, we stand, Devastating is our presence in your holy land! Whatever we do, we do it for a reason, We make our lives a heavenly season: We blaze your homes so you won’t commit treason To assassins we belong-- The Eager blood seeker and ethically wrong: But Oh! We live between the walls very strong Accept the defeat as we are the mighty, We squash the flowers sown by you so tightly, Drop your hopes or we’ll bomb you quietly.