Young British man or woman,
scratch your head and have a think,
How do you feel about walking away,
Whether,
Into the darkness or or into the light,

You want to play jihad?
In a battle none can ever win,
as you leave our shores,
join the killing machine,

The government speaks loud through it's propaganda loaded megaphone,
That you ain't coming back.
Either death will catch you,
or you just ain't getting in again.
Think hard about your distressed mother,
Left at home mourning you,
before you're even dead.
Your mortal father,
sons and lovers,
your children,
their families,
sisters and brothers.
Brothers and sisters up in arms.
If Allah were aware what were going on,
I'm sure he'd speak as God of kindness and of peace.
Lay down your arms,
Let's all let peace have a chance.
Rest assured it's not a game.
Livvi