Hostages, or no pain, no gain givers.
Terrorist's that never want to talk but always do.
The United States has a policy,
of no negotiating with a person that's insane.
Every day that passed just like the day before.
Why each life is lost, they said they cared.
If some thing has some value and it's
green or yellow undergaurd, to keep it safe.
Reason is not lost the cause it calls.
People have and people always will.
Go to - WWW.bestgore.com and take a look.
Just who do you think they'll put at risk?
There daughter or your son.
Where people kill for nothing children call.
Over here they might not get to saw your head off.
But any smart seven year old girl or boy can
mix together charcoal, sulfer and salt peter-cow piss.
And blow us all to differant heavens I just sigh....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem