Poetry

---

TERRORISTS.

You each have fathers and mothers.
Siblings? I'll hazard a guess.
What sort of homes have you come from?
What values do you possess?

You're willing, you're able, you're giving
your lives, therefore, to what affect?
What can you prove by submitting yourselves
to the ultimate fear we call death?

How can your parents survive you?
Their babies have fists of revenge.
A heart full of misunderstanding,
a mind that makes normal folk cringe.

For Jesus, for Allah, for God the Divine,
Creator of each part of self,
Where do you all go to find peace of mind?
For God knows you're crying for help.

---

PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR BELOW LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE AS A MEMBER OR VISITOR