TerroristSeeing your nods
You seems to be among odds
To the one, who hails
To give you money for veils.
Not the safety they need
But, not to be caught by heed
To trouble world with terror
And change the scene into horror.
You less know the way they do,
Make the people in woe
And what behind the veils they hide.
Frightening the crowd with tide.
You are the one we seek
To leave in the lock
To save the word from the wails
And stop to fear the veils.
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