City of my birth, no longer mine. <br />Infidels control and rule my town. <br />Because of this I have, <br />no job, no hope of one, <br />work has gone to <br />people not like us. <br />They maim, they kill, <br />they execute my son. <br />No love just hate I feel! <br />I have no expectations. <br />Violence rules this city. <br /> <br />They say make jihad, kill infidel, <br />kill other sect, they’re not like us, <br />Who are you to see their worth, <br />Why should you care for them. <br />Allah pleased, he’ll treat you well. <br /> <br />So strap bomb on, <br />By car you’ll reach your goal, <br />along a road and then a street. <br />It’s busy, people everywhere, <br />shopping, chatting, walking, <br />children going to school. <br />No danger there, but danger feared, <br />their eyes are everywhere. <br /> <br />Walk to target from the car, <br />making carefree glances everywhere, <br />goal is reached, <br />give silent prayer, <br />press here, <br />bomb explodes. <br />You’ll fragment, disintegrate, <br />and eradicate our hated foe. <br />Vengeance done, <br />Allah pleased. <br /> <br />Go now.<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baghdad-3/
