Isis You Are Losing

No Matter how much support you will get off your supporters,
Be ready to be burned at the end of your journey of killing and
Slaughtering innocents, men and women and little angels kids.

The more you prays, the more I will sharp my pencils in my case,
You fight with fears like a silly mouse running in random houses,
But once they got caught, they will be thrown into the garbage bags.

With me, I won't throw you in garbage bags, instead I would
Grounded your physical bodies into ground meats and poisoned
And give it your parents as a mini gift for their blind support for jihad.

I'm not terrified of you, except I learnt that my pen and my mind,
Will be the strongest weapon to kill your nasty way of thinking of
My country and my people, and don't think of me as the way you think.

Don't laugh or ignored my writing, once you're late you meet with
Your mother sadly in the hell, not in the heaven you dreamed of it,
The more she will weep tears for you, the more you stay alive suffering.

My mother, she taught me how to love Baghdad, and my father he
Learnt me how to face the thunder and lightening, which I could never
Scare of them, so Isis you are losing the battles with no hops.

And young guys and girls wake your sleeping brains on, your
Life is your own belongs, not to those who taught you the world
Is created by the devil, and remember that God created for your own wisdom.

27/02/2015