F*#k you, terrorists. Because in your twisted mind living, breathing, happy people are mere objects for destruction. Your cause is nothing more than a flimsy veil, and you are nothing more than misguided, perverted murderers.
F*#k you, terrorists. Because you will never, ever, succeed in rending the fabric of modern, liberal, democratic society. Your cause is hopeless, and we know it.
F*#k you, terrorists. Because I work in a place where I may come face to face with you and, even though you kill me, yet you cannot make me hate you. I will die knowing that your children, or your children’s children, will one day curse your deeds and honour mine.
F*#k you, terrorists. Because you have lived among us in duplicity, enjoying the freedoms you supposedly detest. If you hate our society so much feel free to move to some dark corner of the globe where your values are given free rein; go on, taste what you wish for and see how you like it.
F*#k you, terrorists. Because of you, millions of peace-loving people of your ethnicity and religion are treated with suspicion, painted with your ugly brush. But we will not fall for it, we will not judge a book by its cover, we will not hold back those of any colour or creed who stand on the side of justice.
F*#k you, terrorists. Because you have no empathy and your ethics are an empty shell. Your religion, otherwise nobel in its true form, is in your hands an ineffectual fig-leaf over a bereft morality.
F*#k you, terrorists. Because you wrongly believe that, because we are afraid to die, we are afraid of you. You presume a power you do not own and miscalculate the depth and strength of our courage, the timbre of our resolve.
F*#k you, terrorists. Because at 09:00 this morning, an hour past your latest heinous crime, the babe in the arms of his mother in Terminal 3 at Heathrow Airport was squealing and laughing with delight, bringing joy to all who heard him. Life goes on, and we will enjoy it and embrace it in spite of anything you could ever say or do.