ISIS
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There’s a question I want to ask.
It’s a small question, and it’s certainly not important.
It’s petty, irrelevant.
To be scared is to be alive.
It is the thing that stops us,
Prevents us from harming ourselves.
It’s why we don’t jump out of windows,
Why we don’t stab our eyes,
Why we leave spiders alone.
Tears make my eyes blurry
The world is at war so I worry
Carnage turns the street to a cemetery
Everyday the news bears a sad story
Democracy?
An illusion
Freedom?
A delusion
How are we supposed to feel
with Isis's intrusion?
We're stuck in bad habit
while they're organizing their cabinet.
You see…
I’m just a lonesome soul on a dark path
I’ve had my toll I’ve felt the wrath
Barely ever seen light on hells path
I turn on the news
and all I see is ISIS this
murder that immigration this
The men are being slaughtered
The women being tortured
Oh God, My God, where are you?
To save them from this fate?
The 'N' marks the houses
Of those who praise your name.
