Lemme’ tell a story bout’ a man named Achmed,

Poor goat herder, barely kept his family fed.

Then one day he was thumpin’ on his skull,….

He recognized his life had become pretty dull.

Bored that is……

Sand n Rocks……

Nooo Future !

Round’ bout’ then a jihadist came along,

“join along with me and Allah’ll make ya’ strong”,

Told about a life and the virgins all in heaven..

Opened up his heart to an AK-47

Bombs that is…….

T-N-T

Splodey’ stuff

So he strolled back home with his weapon on his back,

Loaded up the knapsack and prepared for the attack.

Said “farewell” to junior and he loaded up with glee…

Jumped aboard the truck, and he bound for Tripoli.

Bro’s they are….

Bullets bound

RPG’s

Drivin’ through the dust findin’ crews along the way

More ‘goat herders’ who all chose to go astray,

Called themselves the rebels as they tried to learn to shoot….

Bound for Tripoli where they knew they’d find the loot.

Gold that is…

Riches too

D.E.M.O.C.R.A.C.Y

Bout’ half-way there, they stopped to take a break

Bombs started splodin’ and they pondered their mistake

Hidin’ neath the cover of a rock amid the craze…..

Doubtin’ their conviction as they watched the truck ablaze.