Al Qaeda, the Sun

It pronged us in our zones
No rainfall for days
And the light filled with waved rays
Where's water say of aged is life
These poor Al-majiriz body has not bathed yet
You claiming my whole bloody body thought you aimed for my head only
You blessed the summer south, you left our side unblessed why?
You bias boss of the winterest
untamed wind in a mill
You do only your hard-hearted will
You pursued our shadow still
They gave you a killbill
With no even tears drop in our mouths you slays
We slept on our hunger moods,you stayed woked busy sun!
You kept chasing clout
 A regional boyscout.