They are coming,

surprise- surprise-

blood on your brow,

smoke in your eyes,

women's screams,

babies' cries.

They are packing

their bombs and fuses,

for their random abuses.

They give up their lives

for a fanatic's urgin's,

and a promise of 72 virgins.

They are going,

they are going

surprise, surprise.

They now have jobs

and enterprise.

No more bombing

the mobs- life's better

with jobs and wives, besides

they get to keep their lives.

07/21/2005