The insane jihadists make bombs
In the factories set up at home
And place them in crowded places
As their high command dictates.
These suicide bombers don't work for food.
What they eat is from food factories
Of the farmers in countries far and near.
What they wear is from garment factories
Where the workers toil day and night.
Their know how for making bombs
Is from the knowledge factories
To which the wise men world over contribute.
But what these men do in return is
To terrorise the world, detonating bombs in stealth.
The basic tenets of the religions need change
To change the mindset of the youths.
Or else there will be no peace in this world
Rocked by the explosions now and then.
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Explosions! ! ! With the muse of the wicked ones among us today! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.