Poem -

Isis and the People of France

To all those that lost their lives, if you were married? 
Condolences, to your husbands and wives.

To the children of France who lost mum and dads 
My thoughts are with you, and I mourn your loss
To the parents, who lost sons, and daughters? From this horrible act,
You’re in my prayers and that’s a fact.

To the people of France this act will not go unpunished 
Our military forces will combine, nations will come together 
Drive this terror threat away from our lands forever 
Take the fight to them and purify their lands.

Cut the head of the snake, one more will rise up 
So the only solution is to kill the bloody lot 
Blow them to kingdom come for this atrocious cowardly act
Never let them forget our military’s pact.
Send them to meet their maker, their god 
or their supposed creator.

Now Mr Cameron if you have got a brain 
Close our borders before we’re faced with the same 
Do you want to see men women and children blown to bits?
Buildings wiped from our land, 
Like an etcha sketch that has just been shaken 

You now have a moral obligation to the people of Great Britain
Increase security, for our fair nation
Close the borders, reduce the risk 
Close that door to potential terrorists. 
If you don’t you’re putting the entire country at risk

This is a polite ask, if you have took the time to read this poem please be kind and leave a review. thanks jeff

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