What are the rules in the war against terror~
Did we foil their plans or was it simply their error?
How do we know when we've won the big fight~
Will they run for their lives? Raise a flag that is white?
Does someone announce when the suicide bombers
turn a blind eye to virgins, or whatever they're promised?
Can we sweeten the deal, make them an offer~
live belly dancers...season tickets... gold coffer?
So what will it cost us to buy back a brain
to turn a sick mind back to thinking again?
These 'holy warriors' choose death over reason
to back out on Jihad would sooner be treason
believing it's Allah that leads them to take
their own precious lives and far more is at stake~
The innocent victims we can not defend~
who daily live not knowing how it will end.
How can we justify, how will it look~
when all this is put in the history book?
What have we gained by the loss of their lives?
We kill for our cause, but the madness survives~
We've stood up for freedom and bravely gone in
not once, but two times and then over again
Terrorists plot for the end of the West
while we who are faithful are put to the test~
What ought we do then, when challenged with threats
the further we dig, the hotter it gets~
Over thirty four hundred have paid with their blood~
not counting civilians, who've died in the mud.
On innocent soil, the war will continue~
If you think this will end, then the truth is not in you.
We all know George Washington stood in the boat
crossed over on Christmas, the enemy to smote
to take them by nightfall while drunken and dazed
the victory lingers, and we're still amazed
our cause was for freedom, and freedom was won
by might and by power, in the spirit of one
The Brave William Wallace, he raised up his men~
to fight for their freedom, and won in the end.
He built up their pride and the love of their home~
picked a fight with King, and thus ends this poem.