She was only twenty
and running for her life
From fanatic fools with horrid tools
Who lived beneath the knife

She held her baby tightly
Her heart was full of fear
The hooded thug was gaining ground
And getting very near

He hit her on the shoulder
And drove her to the dirt
The evil thug with one quick tug
Tore off her long cut skirt


He had his way --'twas Childs play
For this hooded evil brute
The young girl just lay crying
As he drew his gun to shoot

So two more die and many cry
In this land so far away
Its best you wake -- the threat's not fake
They are coming here one day