Submitted by : repenter86 on Strugle

Eyes pierce, staring fierce, hate like fire's fuel
Cursed soul, empty goal, an ever changing rule.
Restless hearts, broken parts, alive but seeming dead.
Chosen pain, lifeless rain, future sprouting dread.

Bitter sweet, hanging meat, a bloody welcome from our ones.
Dont waste it, taste it, from the hefty bold black guns.
Blue screens, and babies screams, pen to paper that decides.
Shaking hands on promised lands, while the ummah sits and hides.

Fragile hearts, worlds apart, tales of old are told.
Innocent minds so hard to find, are soon to become cold.
All the faces, all these places, who can bring forth good?
Soft white clouds, like our shrouds, are soaked in muslim blood.