Nowadays, a handshake is rare
Terrorists hold the knife
By the hilt
And we by the edges,
Strap terror bombs to the back
Like students in back sacks to school
To let loose gloom on the world
Already with a lacerated moral fibre
Soon everything turns topsy turvy
Fear grips the world
Rape becomes the love
Gun the norm
War in the air
And death loosed upon the world.
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