Colin F. Jones


There is no beast, no animal on this Earth,
With so much hate as in a twisted man
Who kills and slaughters to enhance his morbid mirth
As do the freaks known as the Taliban
They make their war on women they enslave
And hide their faces behind the blackest beards
They are true cowards, hiding behind the brave;
The corpses of the good folk that they feared.
What makes these freaks kill and murder folk
Is something evil – though they claim it God.
All they touch, in hate and blood they soak
And doing evil, on and on they plod.
So when does law provide the will; some space
To wipe the surface of the Earth of their disgrace?