The Terrorist Poem by Tony Adah

Violence is not a weapon
Neither is the hand
That bears it
It sits in the heart where
Yemen trains and dehumanizes,
It is that iota of food the mind eats
Gets drunk and loose on the prowl.
The terrorist is a beast
Whose heart like witchcraft
Must be exorcised.
Never bother a terrorist,
Kill him hard
And let him see his blood
Kill him painfully
So the rest can see
There's something a terrorist does
Like bees, the more you kill them
The harder thy come;
They sting mercilessly
And they laugh when they kill
They like to see humans in blood
As in shrapnel.
When they garb the weapons
And think the world is theirs
The pain is when they camouflage
In religion in the extreme
Of doctrines to to visit a victim
The world weeps
For religion which ought to save
Now kills in ways gruesome.