Terrorists Defined

Unrelenting, in a state of madness,
wrapped tight with explosive power,
they wait for the unwary,
wait for the pregnant woman,
wait for the innocent child.

Warriors of Allah,
warriors of God.
Fanatics, radicals, rebels,
unholy revolutionaries,
eager to carry out His will.

What twisted sickness of mind,
drives them to their martyrdom.
A dark soul must dwell within.
Dark thoughts ever present in evil heart.

Does Allah indeed take delight
in the screams of the dying?
What manner of God can He be
to enjoy such painful suffering?

Perhaps he loves not his creation.
Perhaps we are no more than toys.

Will He welcome the murderers
with outstretched, open hands?
Will He have the harpists play
as the innocent virgins dance?

The silent night is rent by thunder.
The Holy night shattered by a bomb.
The child, the woman, the man,
husband, mother, son,
turn into bleeding mounds
of flesh, of bone, of human jam.

Laughter, joyous voices silenced.
Life ended in instant violence.

Will Allah welcome the marauders
with outstretched, open hands?
Or will He instead cast them down,
and confine them to their rightful place,
in the hell fire that they have created?

Would they be so intent
on their destructive path,
if it were their wife, their child
that was consumed
by flames of agony,
be confined for eternity,
be condemned to suffer,
for their way of violence?

Unrelenting, in a state of madness,
wrapped tight with explosive power,
they wait for the unwary,
wait for the pregnant woman,
wait for the innocent child.

 

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