Terrorist

Born into the world of terror

The sound of grenades and guns reciprocated

As he started walking

He tripping and fell over the gun shells

The only song he heard was slogan of terror

The only purpose he was told he was born to was to fight

As time turned on its pace

He grew up to fight

His mind was filled with ideologies of certain manipulators

Who created many like him to fight

Just for the sake of their own ideals

Terror broke out everywhere

Blood splattered to each corner

As his companions were exterminated

He started thinking

Doesn't good win at all

Finally he was shot down

Without knowing what was right and what's wrong