The error of terrorism, they say, it is the power of belief.
When the blood paints the earth, they say, it is the color of relief!
The mask they wore, shows, how cowardly they are,
The pain they caused, reminds, how cruel they are!
They think, they are the fearless,
But the truth is, they are the ruthless.
I want to cry, but my eyes are in drought!
See, what the pace of time in me had brought.
The agony I feel, when I hear the cry,
Will last forever, the day till I die.
Oh terrorists, please stop the killing,
We want some peace, to be happy and to live.