Joe Moore

Another bomb explodes, bodies far and wide;
The concussion spreads, resembling a tide.

These terrorist, murderers they are, soldiers not;
Targeting the young, old, murder they plot.

These visions I have seen, imprison my mind;
In a world of evil, the pits of mankind.

Where children are slain, used for their purity;
Terrorist know the good, saving the young is surety.

The prison that holds my mind is hell;
Where the evil call home, long they dwell.

This prison was created, by the sons of the devil;
Terrorist who seek many deaths, organized to bedevil.

They murder their own, who just seek peace;
They only want a vote, of who shall police.

Over and over, I see it, over and over;
People mowed down by this concussion.