Terrorism Poem by Ananta Drusus Ectorius

The barren land once fertile,
Now fell in men's hands futile,

The sacrifice of strongest being borne by the nature
Now the cause of the despise of mother's laughter.

The grieved father o'er the loss of heir,
The forlorn mother o'er the absence of a son,
The depressed brother o'er the deprivation of a play mate,

The desolate sister o'er the lost trustee.

Let's join hands to stop this bloodshed,
As it leads to wasted soil, love, youth comrade,
So, let's enlighten everyone o'er the brotherhood.

Let the countries unite o'er the alike in birth and not in what is being taught.