To The Terrorist

To the Terrorist
I'm a poet, not a soldier.
I'm a lover, not a mercenary.
I seek freedom, not deliverance.
I see purpose, not irrationality.
But I will hunt you down - for what you've done to me.
Yes I will hunt you down - for what you've done to me.

In your face, a sea of darkness.
In your terror, infidelity.
Of a people, not religion.
Of a culture, not a nationality.
And I will hunt you down - for what you've done to me.
Yes I will hunt you down - for what you've doen to me.

You hide in the shadows, I stand in the street.
But I'll stand for nothing, if I don't stand free.

Call it justice, or call it vengeance.
Call it hatred - it's all the same to me.
In the mountains, in the desert,
for my conscience, for my sanity
I will hunt you down - for what you've done to me.
Yes I will hunt you down - for what you've doen to me.

You hide in the shadows, I stand in the street.
But I'll stand for nothing, if I don't stand free.