by brian francis
Freedom’s ring, a nefarious thing,
As seen by fanatical minds.
Freedom’s ring, seems flat indeed;
To a soul blinded by lies.
Jihad is cried.
Jihad is sworn.
Jihad against the free.
Unholy things must be done.
Stains must mark a soul.
Evil must be held embraced.
Evil must be the cry: jihad.
A truly unholy taste.
Copyright © 2021 brian francis
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