Terror For The Terrorists...

Moving softly through the night
Whisper quiet in the sand
Eyes seeing in half-light
Bowie in his hand

A gurgle and a sigh
Killer holds him tight
There is a reason why
Killer's here tonight

Silence meets an others' ear
When he asks “Who's there?”
He looks around in abject fear
Not knowing when or where

Wide open eyes and shaking hands
Crawling skin that's dripping sweat
Death is coming through the sands
This one's pants are pissing wet

Bloody guts are hanging out
Throats silenced with a blade
No one gives a warning shout
Guards get a failing grade

No negotiation
No quarter asked or given
Religious aspirations
Keeps these guys from living

Bombs are such a dirty way
Though they still persist
It's in the news most every day
Why can't they just desist?

He has his own rhetoric
His own bit of creed
These terrorists are sick
Killer kills their seed

Their religious war is futile
They don't understand
Freedom is in style
When Killer takes a hand

In the open market-place
Where there's food and sweets
Killer's found some space
For his Long-Pig meat

They buy it up real quick
It's a little tough to chew
I'll bet they'd all be sick
If they only knew!