Dear Arsehole.

Dear Arsehole

Dear terrorist, oh what are you doing?
What are you gaining from this? 
You blow yourself up on a mission, 
For girls that have never been kissed.
This isn't about religion, 
This is not to convert every nation.
It's intentions are cruel and sadistic,
Extremism for global sensation.
But dear (do you mind I address you informally?)
I think Arsehole suits you better,
What you need to realise, 
Is my purpose for this letter.
You're heading for nothing, you're blown to bits
What use are you going to be..
To one virgin let alone fifty two?
Oh I need you to listen to me.
It's a dead end occupation, 
You don't even get to see your own act,
You're stripping people of their right to live, 
You're now nothing, that's a fact!
And it's not in the name of Allah, 
Or Jim or bob or Dave..
It's glory hunting but no glory will come,
Don't be so naive.
Where is your ambition,
To gain wisdom, grow old and grey?
Your desire to discover the world
Instead of blowing it away?
Just sit and think for a moment,
What if all you've been fed is lies?
That peace and love is the way forward,
But you only know how to hate and despise.
Once you've blown yourself up, what if..
There's nothing? You can never return,
Of course you'd not realise this, 
You'd have nothing left with which to discern.
Well, I'm trying to reason with you, 
I can only but try.
If all else fails know the world is done with your shit, 
And will merrily blow you sky high.
Just show us who you are, 
Because you don't stand proud and fight, 
You hide in with the crowds, 
What gives you the right..
To kill innocent people around you?
What a cowardly thing to do.
Hide among your victims,
What did they ever do to you?
Dear Arsehole, I have said my piece
And peace is all I ask.
Live in harmony with the rest of us, 
Or please remove your mask.