The Balloon Men Poem by D B Versehawker

(For those young suicide bombers brainwashed in the name of God and sacrificed by terrorism)
We are the balloon men,
We pop like air out rubber
Screaming God!
We do it for the membranes of 72 virgins
Of our reconstructed thoughts
There is no glory there is no reward
None in this life
Val Halla awaits my selfexplosion
This is the will of god
We are the balloon men, we pop
They shall take over the world in our flight
But we're filled with gas
So we pop
There is no poetry there is no history
No we don't even go that far
Young men and children
Their heaven is the Mullah's fairy tale
We go to hell, from hell
Of our reconstructed thoughts
This is the will of god
We are the balloon men, we pop
If machines could smile
Would we dream of dreaming someday
We're the expendable assessts of Islam
Only death is our reward
Never knowing never caring,
Leaving is leaving
This is the will of god
We are the balloon men, we pop