Shoppers go to malls, alone or in groups,
Innocent women and children in family troops
To shop or window shop and spend the time
Enjoying the ambience and air conditioned clime
Never heard of men armed to the teeth
Going there to sell death.
Put me in mind of the attack on the Taj
Those were vermin in human camouflage
Killing helpless people is not jihad
To understand the psyche of these men is hard
To murder civilians where are they trained?
Probably the most vulnerable of society are wash-brained:
These so-called terrorists no more peddle terror
Than the soaring Eagle who peddles so-called deter
Just blood letting and mayhem is not their common point
But in both cases the means and the ends are totally out of joint.
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