Take young men,
Tell them of partition,
Of torture and tyranny,
Suffered by their ancestors,
When they lived in the colony.
Educated, strong and free,
Trap them in a place
Where they never see a friendly face,
Outside the family.
Send rockets, missiles and guns,
To slaughter their loved ones,
In the old countries beyond the sea.
Give them a voice,
Then fear what they say,
Give them a choice,
Then slight the God to whom they pray.
Jihad brothers lay down your arms.
Walk away.
Jihad sisters employ your charms.
Lets build bridges...Let's build a better day.
Gray Dourman
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