The War on Terrorism


Tell me how, does it feel
In your face, and in your town
Made of wood and not of steel
burnt your snitches, ie: your bitches
Made you one and burnt you down

Add to his whining and his rage
He made me laugh and made me yawn
No col-la-teral dam-age
LOL’d as the button I pressed
My direct hit … pathetic clown

You can’t run, noting’s out of reach
Then they’re lauched one after one
Hellfires with your names on each
for all to see, you are an eg:
Before you know you are undone

Author: Sam Sarmad