A view through different eyes

This poem was written from a suicide bombers perpective. Most of their actions are part of a greater framework often overlooked in mainstream media, and its that i wanted to portray

My love, these words i write to you are dictated from a heart

where you have lived and always will, though bodies they may part

An explanation made too late, and one i wish was never made

One i hope you'll understand now that my hands been played

I've tried to be a world to you, but i fear i'm just a man,

trying to build a life with what was given in gods plan

But what world will i hand you, one of a mute without a voice ?

This legacy of chains that proves i truly have no choice

A roadblock of reflective eyes, barrels probe like steel antennae

Forgotten passes, backseat birth, blood staining hands like henna 

A tiny form upon still chest as your cries merged with my own

A tale of cancer born to shield you from the truth till you had grown

Your brothers hand within my own, markets crowded on that day

Caught between two storm fronts hailing lead from hearts of grey

A third eye crying crimson tears upon the thirsty dirt

When seed is lost before the fruit it bears such bitter hurt

I would have thought the flood of tears would quench the fire inside

but when each day fuels the inferno you find those rivers have all dried

Along with hopeless impotence, and paraplegia of the soul, 

that comes with shouldering the yoke and relinquishing control

Remember me as a tight embrace, hands stroke away your fears

Not the shell that i've become, the nightmares and the tears

Please know i did not leave you, just abandon you to the world,

but tried to free the grip of fists that around our land lay curled

For i've discovered the language of this world, and its words are made of force

Its tone is that of violence, and its mantra no remorse

Now i have a speech to give that i'm sure they'll understand

I'll scream this protests foreign tongue with the trigger in my hand

Paradise was not some motive, for i'm sure those like i are banned,

but the hell that has descended upon this once familiar land

And its not some love of death for which my days i'll finally give,

but a love so strong for family, and a life we cannot live