Tornado Storm
Sons of Earth, catastrophic times, Vicious and twisted like a tornado And blinded by some 'sacred book', Planning destruction of the infidel, The non-believer, the unfaithful, Carry heaven and a harem of virgins In anticipation, in mirage, To holy war in frenzy Like a kamikaze pilot in rage. Menace framed, TV shrinks the globe Of evil cast, before eyes jump in jackets At the crack of guns and grenades. Now, fire lights the heart Where no heart is, the blaze of meteors Burns the desert sands And... Sign in to see full entry.