Mijn Zoon Was Terrorist

My son was a terrorist, but he's not anymore
In some operation, they shot him down for sure
I never understood what drove him to these acts
Until I saw him lying there, in the news and in the facts
They showed him so clearly, lying there in his own blood
In color across two pages, it sells well with the stud

When I saw my boy there, displayed for all to see
Then came all the questions, who did this to thee?
His inheritance was a world, polluted and decayed
A world full of people who mock your color or faith, dismayed
A threat of shortages, authority unreachable at the peak
That's what he had to deal with, here's the mess, take a peek

A world that's deteriorated, that we give to our offspring
A bomb ready to explode, no matter where he's living
A father too drunk and fat to even stand
A mother too weak to make a stand
But he doesn't want to be tainted, not in body or mind
The hypocrite, the hater, the one who was unkind

My son was a terrorist, but he's not anymore
In some operation, they shot him down for sure