A drop in the bucket
For the glory of the Caliphate they muster
under floodlights so the blood upon their faces
fills the lens and shows this pre-pubescent cluster
as a poster that the infidel embraces
In the Western world the journalists hold races
to create the sharpest caption, while the edges
of the scimitars grow blunt with their disgraces
and the mud is thick with excremental pledges
Every popup ad for government alleges
to be fighting for the Levantines' wellbeing
and yet every time a politician hedges
about liberty, what is it that he's freeing?
On the battlefields the children wield the guns
and you show this to your daughters, to your sons
For the glory of the Caliphate they muster
under floodlights so the blood upon their faces
fills the lens and shows this pre-pubescent cluster
as a poster that the infidel embraces
In the Western world the journalists hold races
to create the sharpest caption, while the edges
of the scimitars grow blunt with their disgraces
and the mud is thick with excremental pledges
Every popup ad for government alleges
to be fighting for the Levantines' wellbeing
and yet every time a politician hedges
about liberty, what is it that he's freeing?
On the battlefields the children wield the guns
and you show this to your daughters, to your sons
It could be worse