They knew what was expected of them
What the reward would be
And the necessary transit fare
The killings righteous and mandatory
Each of them understood their martyrdom,
If the Caliphate was to become universal.
Their small contribution would be rewarded by
eternal
Acceptance into the hallowed circles
This was her last night in Paris
She and her classmates were celebrating
The wonders of the six weeks
Of boys, music, wine, and a little learning
It was a star-filled, warm night
Sitting outside the café seemed
Just the prefect ending to their adventure
When a pair of bearded guys carrying guns approached
Word, maybe inaccurate, spread through
The refugee camp
Poland was closing its boarders
Would Germany be next?
Something had happened in Paris
He offered hope
We are not going to France
Tomorrow we reach Germany and freedom.
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