Don’t mention their name,
Don’t even whisper.
They are not people,
They are displaced beings,
They are the seeds of their own destruction.
Fear will engulf their corrupt minds,
Let them live in fear,
Let them build walls around their sanctuary.
Don’t even waste your breath saying their name,
Don’t even hate them;
They are diseased beings.
Let them construct weapons and arsenals,
Let them surround themselves with armory,
Let them build sophisticated defense.
If God wills it;
One of their own will push a button,
And they can burn here on earth,
And they can burn again – forever in hell.
Or one of their friends would turn against them,
And they can wage war against each other.
He knows – The All Knowing Lord of The Universe!
Our God Allah is their God.
Do you think that they know not?
They can boast about themselves,
They can hogwash the world,
They can even flap doodle and flatter themselves.
Who are they if there are no enemy?
They need enemies to brag about themselves,
They need enemies to display their strength,
They need enemies to show how arrogant they are,
They are beings with seriously tortured souls.
We don’t need to play their cruel game,
We don’t even need to acknowledge their existence.
Them – the Armageddon seeker.
Them – the chosen beings who would fuel hell eternally.
Them – the cowardly beings.
Don’t envy them,
Let them just rot and decompose in their own heaven on earth,
Let them inhale their own death.
If they ever cross their border of beastly den;
They would know what is waiting outside,
As a matter of fact; they know.
The Ababil would one day swoop over them,
And who are we to say that it shall not happen?
Them – the unrepentant.
Don’t even whisper their name.
- Copyright – Ali Sobree @ AisKOOL June 2010
Don't Even Whisper Thy Name