Saturday 17 March 2012

I'm done - Mind of a frustrated terrorist


I was given a gun
When I was aged just five
Lead an army by sixteen
When others learnt to drive

The bullets left me many marks
The shadows of the past
I carried my gun to places far
No ambulances to arrive fast

There was once peace and quiet
We were all so free
Look what we’ve done now
We’ve turned it into a cemetery

I’m done dying
Done dying for this war
I’m not dying
Not dying anymore

They say we fight for god
That makes no sense to me
We are all his children, are we not?
Why doesn’t anyone else see?

They say we fight for liberty
That makes no sense to me
This is our land is it not?
Why not just let it be?

They say it’s a crusade
Well that is just dumb
We are fighting our brothers
Could there be a good outcome?

I’m done dying
Done dying for this war
I’m not dying
Not dying anymore