SONG OF THE TERRORIST

To say we fight for God is rubbish

We do not fight for God at all

We fight because we want to,

Because when killing we have a ball

We murder from the shadows,

The Brits as they drive by,

And we don’t care if there are others,

When our bombs cause them to die

Satan is our true master,

Certainly not the heavenly God,

For green though be our outfits,

They are washed in others blood,

Who lie murdered and are rotting

Beneath the Irish sod.

Good men don’t condone killing

Just to call some land their own,

For there are better ways to claim it

Than wasting blood and bone.

Good men don’t use God to justify

Spreading terror and death and grief,

For it simply means it nullifies,

The essence of their belief.

Good men there are, but evil

Resides in terrorists and Hell,

Who are stealthy like the weevil ,

And as low as them as well.

And they only deny retrieval,

Of the lands where they might dwell.

© 27 November 08 Colin F Jones

Inspired by Alan Winters’

‘Battle Cry for the Underground’