You Taliban foolish man think of power dreams.. do you think to be a deity.. excused in reams..
Killer! in your mind you excuse yourself so well.. turn against your own.. turn countryside to hell..
Killer! fanatic.. do you have a clue?.. do you think your deity will help you with your due?..
10 virgins or 50.. watching as the promise grows.. as a fairy tale you know.. a wooden puppet nose..
When your bloody trek is ended.. when your dreams depart.. you must face your fallen dream.. your evil killing part..
No one raised you as a killer.. if so raised at all.. the world ignores you killer.. no talk or succor killer.. no oil man.. no top biller thriller.. comes to call..
‘Lonely you shall Be’ when nightmares fall..
Thought.. ‘yes.. I will lend poem and song to peace.. yes.. I will speak of love.. peace and freedom.. for they are the way of our species.. yes.. I will lend observations of manipulation and obvious lies when they come to us who must endure.. or live happily at the whim of wise men.. and greedy fools.. when one uses their faith.. a faith from centuries gone.. one that deludes.. with the help of modern greed and bribery.. to corrupt that faith.. for all faith.. as all art.. as all science.. is to show a path of happy survival in society..
Woe to you.. most miserable of our miserable lost species.. my most positive energy to those who leave you to your own..