The Terrorist Threat
Sometime past a fog rolled in
Clouding minds with fear
Hiding horror, grief, and sin
with purpose that seemed clear
On our foe we set our sights
And marched our boys to war
In the mist we lost our rights
For now and ever more
Still we battle in the gloom
A ghostly enemy
Though this path must end in doom
It's all that we can see
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