We give birth to our enemies.

The rich smell of blood and hot gun oil,
Like carbon ensuing from a rifle,
Join the march against terrorism,
SAW links and brass cover the floor,
In barren wasted run down homes,
A child seeks refuge in tormented awe,
Daddy fought the Americans and lost.
A soldier becomes the devil,
A new Taliban is born,
He buries the bomb deep,
Revenge his only thought,
The evil army of western men,
Delve into the silence of death,
"I hope they don't find it too early,"
He wants them to burn,
Now Allah wants this, sure,
But that's not what's on his mind,
Daddy died in fiery blaze,
Now death to the infidel, death to the Americans!