Screams, Fear And Panic

Last year They blasted a city square Exulted in a bath of gore That was Paris Our eyes are still wet And now They are doing a repeat At Brussels The airport is all gore Screams, fear and panic And at my feeble doorsteps Thousands of miles apart Wayward youngsters Self-styled intellectuals Anointed living martyrs Are clamoring for freedom Extolling despicable icons In acts of vandalism Freedom from what we ask In dismay, it turns out Freedom from the freedom we have God help us this world If that is in your unfortunate mandate Yet, we bow our heads In thanksgiving and eternal hope The lot of lost mankind That still believes In sanity amidst unthinkable madness