Wasted Lives
Leaving for school with satchels and pens
A future concerned with football and friends
No thoughts of a tyranny beyond their dreams
Of despots who've earmarked these lives in their teens
Whose tentacles stretch to country's world wide
Through fanatical mentors with jihad in mind
These impressionable sons with a hunger for truth
Saturated by fallacy,these gullible youths
Prepared to align with faceless live thieves
To maim, to kill and gloat at their deeds
Now leaving for school with rucksacks and guns
No concerns are left for football and friends
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