I grew up on the border of a land <br />Where it used to be my country <br />They turned away from my asking hand <br />I had no food when I was hungry <br /> <br />They forced my people into tents <br />I was nothing but a scared kid <br />When our ball flew over the barbed fence <br />We had nothing more to play with <br /> <br />The nights turned out to be colder <br />Having no proper clothes or shelter <br />That crying woman and that soldier <br />I wished I had been elsewhere <br /> <br />I watched my people losing faith <br />I screamed and cried out my sore eyes <br />And I saw myself going up in flames <br />And I have to watch how my soul dies<br /><br />Marton Dezso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tale-of-a-terrorist/
