Terrorists are back
Wanted to write of them
-starting with father
-with the famous Hassan…
-the core for assassin…
-tired am and worn out…
-so did not
They dispersed, went unseen
-I thought were diminished
-but found them trained and united
-too great, have plans for revenge
We bombed them and gassed them
-happily thought ended
-Bin Laden and ISIS
We were wrong, badly wrong
-they chose ways to revive
-changed tactics and their ways
-out of eye did not mean
-Out of life…non-exist…
Now tired am from fighting them
-fresh they, out of dens, are trained
-are active, in numbers
Not only was no end, not vanished
-that in fact camouflaged
-multiplied, secretly
Smart are cockroaches….
-they returned like locusts
-like midgets, and like elves
-they have won everywhere
-in kitchen and washroom
-on my head, desk, table
-they are there and here!
Help, help, help
-their bomb is on its ways
-have to find a shelter…
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