The militants hold their religion at ransom
Distorting holy words
To suit their killings
The young swallow it all
Words, distorted and misleading
Leading them astray
With mindless killing
The young carry bombs onto trains
Thinking they were going to be ok
But blasting themselves
And other innocents to bits
Alas, the young, full of life
were cheated
The young
Should have asked
“Why don’t you get your own sons to carry these?
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