The Martyrs From The Desert..

Who are infidels in the lands of the believers? Believers of faith, love, respect and new views, Greed and ignorance are the two binary numbers, Justice and awareness are the two binary numbers, How the program totally is written, coated in the brains, And those fingers can play major roles in war and peace, Everywhere people are in the masks, wearing white feathers, Hearts are filled with tar; want more violence for entertainment, The desert sand was very hot and I was on the trip, The orange colored cloth showed I was on pilgrimage, Never thought of myself as the weak and the victim, Just done the job for a living and out of compassion, Lonely among the vitamin deficient captains, Always crying and mimicking to the unknown the great, No one has ever returned to prove what right is, Millions of cattle are shot or beheaded for their food, They want my head to be snipped to show off their tricks, Human were the brutal head hunters for thousands of years, Amputation is wrong, the pruning of human populace, Am I an infidel, a criminal or a sinner? I am made a martyr while they have become the murderers, I am crowned as a martyr while they have become the sinners, I am labeled as an innocent while they are convicted as criminals. Don't behead them for their crimes, Teach them after you feed them with nutrients.