i want to envision ,
what man is he.
He delight in the spilling of blood,
Blood of innocents
Child ,woman, man,
Spilling blood on thus innocent earth.


Crowned with turban of violence.
Robed with long white robe of arogance.
Indeed not with purity.
Over growned beards not of age,
But wisdom of foolishness.
Quick to judge, on what precedence?


You want to propagate,
What? I don't know
If the earth is yours,
Killing will be your delight.
Unto your servants most kill.
For your soul, if any long for the test of such.


Innocent, he will not be, even
Unto the Allah's sake he kills.
Innocense in the innocent blood,
Shall cry unto the Allah's sake,
it was spilled.
The earth dented shall not forgive.