Perspective

The brave soldier and the young terrorist

A story of inevitability

The perspective of injustice and contrary.

Soldier

Looking at my sons picture before I go

I’ll be back my love before you know

As I took my rifle and went ahead

For my family and country I led.

Young Terrorist

This is it, my first battle

I have no choice but to be their cattle

“Kill the infidels, for the glory of the above”

But why can’t we just live in harmony?

Is this our gods way of Symphony?

The torment of volition and liberty?

Soldier

With guns and bombs ablaze the scene

I hid with a heart pumping like a machine

I would certainly hope to see my family

I fight for them and for my country

If only humanity is within all of us

Why do you allow this my creator?

These turmoil and death, we suffer

Is life that useless for sympathy?

The torment of volition and liberty.

Young terrorist

With all the bombs and death I see

I hid behind a wall cowardly

As I peak and saw this brave soldier

I revealed myself and pointed my gun

As he looked me straight in the eyes

I saw my struggle and my pain

I saw my liberty and justification

A life given to devotion

He just stood there a watched

As I heard a gunshot from behind.

Soldier

I started shooting and began my advance

But though before me, I saw a kid

Holding a rifle pointed scared and shaking

I saw an enemy but not in his eyes

I saw myself, my pain and all my cries

I saw my liberty and justification

As an enemy behind him pulled the trigger

I felt a gun through my chest

And that kid ran towards me

I saw him cry

It’s not your fault kid

and it wasn’t mine either

See you on the other side

Young terrorist

I run towards him and held him up

I’m sorry, I’m sorry as I lay him on my lap

With tears and anguish I felt myself

He uttered some words foreign to me

I cried and cried as he did his final breath

Why is death becoming an inevitability

This injustice war of false ideology

As his friend rushed towards us

Pointing their guns at me

As I utter my final words

“Why are we fighting?”