Tentacles Of Terror

V Valsa George Valsa George
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When Faith turns fanatic, When mind, like a sponge soaked in dogma, When the lure of money overrides, When reason is hoodwinked With the promise of a Heaven in wait, A terrorist is born! He moves around armed with ammunitions Joins other desperados with loaded guns n' bombs Like horrendous beasts unleashed from the den They lunge on rampage, with threats at gunpoint Spewing hatred, hostility and horror Boom....boom....boom Guns roar, bombs blast, causing Death, deformity and destruction Leading to distress and doom Streets reek with the smell of newly shed blood Dead bodies pile, all around is carnage Mushroom cloud rises high Dark clouds hang on the horizon In God's name violence is concocted Frivolous ideologies kill lives of innocents With the world turned into a battlefield We are besieged by terrorists' sting We need an escape from this inferno Combined efforts alone can subdue This formidable enemy of gigantic proportions United shall we stay to get all wrongs right And muster strength to catch the bull by its horns To let the doves of peace take on wings!

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