Let’s hug us a hate-filled bomber
To protect us from the liars’ somber
A hug of love from our lib’ral souls
To insure we won’t be full of holes
I’ll give you a jacket to wear
A bomb so free of care
We’ll help blow up the USA
Let’s do it, what do you say
I’ll give you a car bomb
Don’t sweat, be calm
Just explode it on a crowded street
A street where all those infidels meet
I’ll give you a savage war
Where infidels live, a place we abhor
In the land of the great satan
Killing anyone American
I’ll give you a hundred great dhimmi years
All I need are some volunteers
A couple of hundred with nerves of steel
Driving around shooting from an automobile
Virgins and pleasure await your success
By doing the killing to excess
Come now and join our troop
Become just another liberal dupe
Showing posts with label terrorism. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
The Three Flourescents Shining
I sit at my desk and look up at the light,
Three flourescents shining very bright,
The emails from one of my older brothers,
Arrive along with a bunch of others.
He hates our soldiers as they die,
While praising liberals when they lie.
I lean back in my chair reading his words I abhor
He supports the terrorist in this bloody war.
The three flourescents continue to shine
My brother really believes he is divine.
The terrorists murder an innocent victim
And all he does is curse the system.
He hates the ones who are fighting the war
When told the truth he will simply ignore.
He hates anyone who disagrees
But agrees with those who would appease.
He thinks Hussein is really great
And hopes a socialist rule to create
I go to bed and close my eyes
And hear the victims mournful cries.
They’re blown to bits by terrorist thugs
While my dear brother wants to give them hugs.
It’s not their fault, don’t you see?
We’re the ones who forced their spree.
Then I hear a little voice say
What idiot could possibly think this way?
The choice was theirs and not ours,
So why do the liberals send them flowers?
They hate our God and who we are
But ask my brother, he’s really bizarre!
Three flourescents shining very bright,
The emails from one of my older brothers,
Arrive along with a bunch of others.
He hates our soldiers as they die,
While praising liberals when they lie.
I lean back in my chair reading his words I abhor
He supports the terrorist in this bloody war.
The three flourescents continue to shine
My brother really believes he is divine.
The terrorists murder an innocent victim
And all he does is curse the system.
He hates the ones who are fighting the war
When told the truth he will simply ignore.
He hates anyone who disagrees
But agrees with those who would appease.
He thinks Hussein is really great
And hopes a socialist rule to create
I go to bed and close my eyes
And hear the victims mournful cries.
They’re blown to bits by terrorist thugs
While my dear brother wants to give them hugs.
It’s not their fault, don’t you see?
We’re the ones who forced their spree.
Then I hear a little voice say
What idiot could possibly think this way?
The choice was theirs and not ours,
So why do the liberals send them flowers?
They hate our God and who we are
But ask my brother, he’s really bizarre!
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