We sit, stare and judge,
Our opinions do not budge,
We are so right and they're so wrong,
The papers tell us they want us gone,
They tell us they're obsessed with terrorism,
Sitting safe in your car, or at home in a chair
Judging and complaining
about the beard and the hair,
"Why won't they be like us?"
Why can't they integrate?"
The only answer must be... it's because of their faith
Have you heard the news?
Tweet, hashtag repeat,
They've done it again!
They want us all dead!
prayers and thoughts for the women, children and men,
Blame that young man, with the gun in his hand, with the hate and intentions to do something bad,
We don't ask why.
Just run and go cry,
Mosques found with bacon outside.
Picture it now, you're young and your brown,
Growing up in a mostly white town,
Tough to fit in, grew up a Muslim,
Through no choice of your own,
Can't get a job,
Muhammad or John?
John gets the job every time.
Stressed and defeated,
your **** is depleting,
It's the only thing that helps you to cope.
Alone on your PC,
Receiving a tweet,
Somebody sells you a dream,
Come live with us, where the fun never stops,
We praise Allah in our own way,
Over here we're the same, no more loneliness or decay, come and live with us in the Islamic State.
That's just the start,
the hate causes a spark
and soon it's a fire of revenge.
You can see why it works,
and someone has offered to take it away,
After a while,
you lose your smile,
You're told about the wrongs of the "enemy"
Then you wage war,
barely even twenty-four,
and you've become a **** in the game.
Religion just fuels it,
Twists and confuses it,
Gives you a REASON to hate,
If they don't look the same,
they must not be okay,
must be a danger to the ones I love,
A small minded view,
So it'll continue,
We'll keep fearing what we don't understand.
Religion isn't the problem,
in fact, I envy them,
The ones that believe they have found peace,
The problem is far deeper,
complex and confusing,
But religion is just the tip of the 'berg
money in the wrong hands,
All these issues, and more
But let's point at the religion,
Not analyse the decision,
Of why the boy detonated his vest,
Twisted by hate, manipulated by fear,
But all we see is a beard.