Hey everyone,
My father is a terrorist.
I tell this to all and look at their face.
And they look back at me with disgrace.
But is it my fault?
My father has bombed many countries,
He has torn people and families apart.
In a revolution this huge,
He has turned to stone, his heart.
Papa has hidden among dead bodies,
He has his hands smeared with gunpowder
And in the eyes of this world
He has lost his grandeur.
But today, after so long,
He came back home.
But alas! His kidneys failed!
Now I am left to roam.
Roam from place to place,
To find a donor!
"Go away, son of a terrorist!"
That's all you say!
And on my birthday I received a gift.
Not wrapped in packing paper,
But my father, wrapped in a shroud.
Crushing my heart like paper.
My mother killed herself on the sight
Her world can no longer be bright.
And left behind is an orphan boy.
That's me, Now, your toy.
A thirteen-year-old boy,
Left alone in this world
But who would care to give a shelter?
To the son of a nation's bomber.
I am left on my own
Hearing curses wherever I go
Hurting myself, screaming inside my head!
Like the monsters that lived under my bed.
All the voices cursing me, saying,
"You are the son of a terrorist"
"You are the son of a terrorist"
And "You are the son of a terrorist"
But why is there a blindfold on everyone's eyes?
I am just a thirteen-year-old boy!
Why are they blasting grenades in the mid of someone,
Who hasn't even played with toy guns?
No, Dear Everyone
My mother did not know before marriage!
That she was marrying an assassin!
No Dear Everyone,
In her womb, I did not play;
With guns and bombs and grenades!
Whatever My father did,
I don't care;
Coz he, was good to me!
And in the darkness of this Eclipse Enchanted,
The only lamp that glows,
The only lamp that welcomes me home,
Is the lamp that my father served for years.
Hey, Everyone,
Come meet me in the hospital
Wait outside the room for hours
Because I am about to come out and deliver the news;
Congratulations! You have given birth to a terrorist!
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Eclipse Enchanted
PoezjaPoetry is a form of literature where one can express their deepest thoughts without restrictions. I wrote this album in hopes to express stuff that most people go through and would definitely love your reviews and suggestions!! Happy reading. Oh...
