A Terrorist’s Tale ~ Bill the Butcher

I don’t take up the gun against you
Because you bomb my cities, my villages
No.

I don’t turn my body into a weapon
Because you build an Apartheid Wall
And cut people off from their water and fields
Or humiliate them daily at your checkpoints

That is incorrect.

I don’t even leave my daughter my wife
My farm and my crops
Because you occupy my land for oil
And sell my economy to your own companies
For less than a pittance or a song.

I don’t abandon a career, a life
And go out to fight your tanks your bombs
Because you foist crooks over me
In the name of freedom and democracy.

I don’t crush my humanity, and go to kill
Because you deny my existence
Or call me raghead and scum
And bomb children from drones.

No, I fight because
I’m an evildoer, and
I hate your freedoms.

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3 thoughts on “A Terrorist’s Tale ~ Bill the Butcher”

tballen88 on August 21, 2012 at 1:04 pm said:

That’s a way of seeing the world, a battle, from another point of view.

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- carinaragno on August 21, 2012 at 1:23 pm said:
  
  thank you
  love this poem
  the pictures speak volumes about freedoms as well
  he’s great writer, should check out his blogspot sometime if so inclined. he writes more than just political. he is linked in header and side rail
  
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  - tballen88 on August 21, 2012 at 2:05 pm said:
    
    definitely