No.42 Poem by MOHAMMED OBAID

In the depth of night they crawl..
Moving closer more and more..
Can't see their true form..
Behind ever mask they move..

Every vital point they hit..
Every dear thing they take..
Can't stop, Can't fend them off..
Can't kill those moving ghosts..

So precise is their aim..
They are the masters of this game..
Planted their roots so deep..
Taking our loved ones and our youth they reap..

One after one thier masks are uncovered..
And their lies are being discovered..
'Social communities' they call them..
Gathering information on our pupil..

Poisoning their thoughts..
Leading them into the dark..
Spreading drugs and smokes..
Pushing them into a life time of righting wrongs..

The game is no longer hidden..
The real picture is finally fitting..
Profit is their aim..
And world dominance is their end game..

Waging silent wars..
Destroying our nations future core..
Indocrinating their minds with their medias lies..
So they will follow like mindless husks..

We won't go down with out a fight..
We won't give up before our enemies might..
Stand up for your freedom right..
The time to fight for life is now within our sight.