Terrorists

*A poem from the point of view of a real terror victim*

We are terrorists, terrorists you say?

Terrorists who are afraid, of never having a place to stay.

Terrorized in our own lands we do live,

Wondering what next they'll ask of us to give.

Murdered and looted and destroyed in our country,

For our lives, why are you so hungry?

Helping us you are you say?

Spare that help, there's enough trouble anyway.
A place to live, a  place to pray
A place where the skies aren't so grey.

To wake up smiling is all we seek 

Just let us be, we beseech.

We are terrorists, terrorists you say? 

You showed us what's terror when you killed our families that way.

The little girl still looks for her mom,

Whose life you ended with that bomb.

The young boy can't wait to get old,

Take revenge now that you made his heart so cold.

Millions of families trying to find a reason to live,

It's the end for them they've come to believe.
Oppressed by our religion we are you say?
When it's you who took our basic right to live, away.

Whatever we do, they say it's wrong,

But then again what have you been doing all along?

Islam is at fault, is your thought

Do you think those people really believed in any god?

A blind massacre, the thirst for land

No one gave us a helping hand.

You watched everything from afar,

As they created all those life-long scars.

Closed your eyes, and it'd all disappear,

Wish we had it that easier.

We are terrorists, terrorists you say?

Terrorists who are just trying to make it to the other day.