They have to know our dander is high
Whatever the cost, do or die,
We’ll stay the course!
A perfidious thing, this sneak attack
Didn’t they know we’d hit back
With twice the force?
A peculiar bunch with turbaned heads
Unsmiling lips, rocks for beds
All offensive conditioning.
Army ants programmed to die
Vaguely hoping for pie in the sky
And privileged positioning!
The herd mentality gone berserk
Vicious men armed with a dirk
Hate is all that they can see!
Brainwashed prisoners of poverty’s perversion
Compassion gone with constant subversion
Far from being free!