A palistanian

All my life, I lived watching out my back. Always in fear of hearing those sounds—The Sound of War. Constantly running from the Monsters— while I was caged with fear. The fear of loosing my life, The fear of Waking up to Nothing— but dust.. The fear of missing my land. Not just to anyone— But the Monsters who Caged ME— Far away from peace. So Today, I stand Wild, with my shoulders broad, My heart shut— Away from Emotions. Ready to fight back— Yet I'm Called a terrorist. For standing firm and Wild?...