“Terrorist” poem by Ayanle Daad
He sees the blue sky
and he knows his ready to die
he puts on his disguise
and packs all his supplies
his ready for his demise
so he says his final goodbyes
walks toward the blue sky
knowing his about to die
knowing his about to die
he cannot apologize
for his ready for paradise
watches as his soul flies
tired of all the lies
this is what taxpayer money buys
Ayanle Daad
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