This Lousy Wold Is So Ugly That They Call Us Terrorists

To make you understand a complicated issue
In a simple way I hide behind in the meaning of an allegory
In the huge blue, once we had houses called Shellies and Dolies
There we lived in true peace and prosperity
For the last years one millennium and two centuries
Then happened a war between two group of dogs
Here we fondly called them lousy cunning clouds
The defeated group came here bitterly crying
And begged shelter we took pity on them
As they were supposed to be our distant cousins
We all took them in but they were not human beings
To describe them in better words I must say they were snakes
Fed on our milk and brought up at our cost they grew up strong
And in number huge they multiplied fast through migration
Now we were in a position, weak, in our own mother land
Then the day came when they started to show their intention
The colour of it is filthy and the smell is stinky
So, suddenly they drove us out from our own homes
In sadness, in intense grief we now loiter in darkness
Any attempt we make to retake our houses
This lousy world is so ugly that they call us terrorists.