what is terrorism ? is it natural or man made? |
In the face of terror I look and see, There is my past haunting me, With a bomb on my chest and a gun in my hand, This is not my childhood plan, I will let u in on my secret, Since I have only a few minutes to live.. I was five... A cheerful lad, A mother, father, and two siblings I had, Living together, we loved each other, My little sister and elder brother, But then one day war broke out, I entered my house with a Shout, My beautiful mother had been shot in the head, My Dead father’s body was laid on the bed, In the backyard I ran to find, My brother and sister from the tree were hanged, I cried and cried then turned around, A bullet in my chest I was on the ground, I was lying there, fearing death, I woke up after a week in an unknown bed, They tend my wounds & I survived, They told me my whole village had died, I was young & alone, Where could I go, I did all that I was told, I took the gun ,in my hand, Believed the crap they filled in my mind, But can u not see I had nowhere to go, Years passed by, I was a child no more, I kill as many as I could, I’m telling It really felt good, Every time I kill a man, I’d imagine my father n clan, But here today, I ‘m going to die, My thought goes back to my time, Given a chance I wouldn’t be here, Not a doctor nor nurse..I’d be a cattle stir, Now my mother’s face is lost and gone, I don’t even remember her favorite song, But she’s saying something, which I can here, “Why did u choose this dear, Why didn’t u choose a better way? Couldn’t u just run somewhere? How many mothers have u killed, How many more terrorists will there be?” I told her I am sorry, I had no choice, I have no one to cry even at my demise, It wasn’t my fault I was surrounded by lies, It’s not easy, my heart cries, To go out with a bomb on your chest, Now I am tired, I need some rest, If I don’t pull the trigger now, U see the man I the business suite, he’ll gun me down, Bye now GO THIS IS GOING TO BE BAD, Don’t worry I deserve this ..Don’t Be SAD... |