Song of a Terrorist
The
Speeches were instigating.
The
words were thought-provoking.
Our
history was a mystery.
Today,
it is our pride.
Every
time, I was told about the power of our god
I was
motivated to be well-trained
I went
as a kid but matured as an adult
I was
focused on my targets
My
training ground was exciting
Every
shot I fired gave me a sense of freedom
I was
prepared with the power of heaven
and
decorated with bombs
I was
told that great life waits for me over there
I just
ran into the crowd chanting my prayers
Everything
came to an end by the time I completed my teenage years
I was
witnessing dead bodies, blood and people running for their lives; by the time I
understood What It was, I was just a dead body
Neither
was I in heaven surrounded by Virgins nor on earth; I was just torn into
pieces; what an unholy death in the name of a holy war.
The
world calls me a suicide bomber, but I am a teenager who is brainwashed to wash
out mankind.
Let my
death be a lesson to keep religion in the bay and humanity in the heart.
M.L. Narendra Kumar
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