The futile finality of Mr and Mrs Martyr
adapted from a very old school playground rhyme sung to in various games the kids played to which the lines were..
One two three hilairah
I saw my Aunty Claira
sitting on her bumtilarah
eating choclate soldiers.
Ref-Location Iraq or Syria
Here they come the bomb vest wearers
and the indoctrinated reasons they are there is
to pull their cords and gain a place in Allah's lair
by killing as many as possible allied soldiers.
There they go the sick minded beings
hoping paradise is what they'll be sightseeing
their body parts mixed with those who had no chance of fleeing
that are mostly their own innocent infantile and elderly people.