The Shadow Of Jihad

I walk these streets in dreams of a hero

And I give my life so they may save the children

I weep for men I do not know

Because they lived

And that alone

As the hords of Attila rise once more

In the guise of a Godess

Isis unveiled

Standing naked her beauty is defiled

For Satan now lives in Allah's kingdom

If God was out tending his sheep

And Satan dressed in his holy raiment

Could the blind man

Spot the tyrant

Or would he simply

Be a Martre of darkness

Though I walk threw the valley of death I fear not evil

In these dark times life is strange

God give me the strength to fight the dark

And fear not the dark jihadist

A poem

By Liam Herdman