The TerroristA Poem by SiddharthaDeluded was he and he chose to die Left his mother behind and he came to die Abandoned his love as he prepped to die Strapped bombs to himself for he had to die He came across the seven seas Faced hardships and misfortunes with courage Lost many friends and gathered numerous enemies All in the cause to free his country from bondage This was foreign land, deliverer of pain Populated with kafirs, vile pagans "I would kill them; help my brethren And die a martyr", thought the man And so he went in search of prey And met persons who helped along the way Some gave him food, some quenched his thirst "Are these man fools", the terrorist thought Why are they helping me; What am I to them Can't they see the hatred lighting my eyes inflame Can't they feel that I'll kill them soon as I can And be an immortal in the eyes of my countrymen And then the truth dawned to the maniac's delight He saw them all as one in God's divine light And he remembered his mother,deliverer of joy Who said the world comprises only friends, not foes He cursed his tormented mind which had led him astray Made him see black and white when there only shades of grey "Oh, what would I have done!", the reformed man grieved And the newly born went back home with a new perspective © 2011 SiddharthaFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
120 Views
4 Reviews Added on January 6, 2011 Last Updated on January 6, 2011 AuthorSiddharthaHyderabad, South Asia, IndiaAboutAn engineer, with a management degree, I am passionate about and fascinated by the arts – literature, movies, music and photography, et al. Creative writing, especially poetry is the raison d&rs.. more..Writing
|