Terrorists live near to us,
The blindness encourages their illusions.
They drink our blood for its sacrifices
In from of an altar that it lacks compassion.
With dark torches they light their mistake.
They murder women for a world without children
And they commit suicide with no honor to nothingness,
They want to know if death recognizes its vassals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem