Pity the FOOL............

We are a people of strength and depth, And a hero dies but a single death. In the darkness of the bitter hour, Shines freedom's bright and loving power. WE the bringers of the flame. The one that burns in freedom's name. The hallowed haven of the just, And holders of the sacred trust. Who strikes at one, assaults us all. Yet even as our towers fall, Our people rise to do their part. To heal a nations broken heart. Poor FOOL, who smote the promised land! Why do you never under stand? That free men are NOT terrified, Our wealth is where our hearts abide. SEE, how they even in their grief, Toil for their friends releif. One day when all the dead are counted, And this tragedy surmounted, All of us, shall turn our faces. Toward your hidden mountain spaces. Is Allah Just ? is Allah Kind? You better hope so when we find, Just where you wretched people hide. We'll really show you TERRIFIED. Poor FOOL, who thought he laid us low. You hurt us, but its best you know. You also made us strong instead. And we'll NOT rest until you're dead. SO, Run across the desert sand.! FOOL that smote the promised land. You'r holy war has now occured. And your destruction is assured. So GLOAT for now.... but time will pass. And Allah help your sorry ass.repost for aniversary of 9/11 Written February 5th, 2002 © on Sep 03 2002 04:06 AM PST, Patric Patterson    0 • 8