Reflections of (Gaza) War

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- So Call Me a Terrorist -

Sociology student —

Empires have risen and exacted their might,

Words changed and twisted.

What once meant evil,

Had its meaning heisted.

So call me a terrorist.


You huff and you puff,

And you blow my house down.

You break my back,

But I still won't lie down.

So call me a terrorist.


You strike, torment and bully,

Just because she wears the veil?

You seem frustrated,

Seeing her faith isn't for sale.

So call me a terrorist. :rant:


Saw my brothers die across the sea today,

You said not to worry about the dead.

I can't seem to help the fact,

His cries keep ringing in my head.

So call me a terrorist.


You bribe me with gold, silver and green,

Promise me the moon and the sun.

I'd reject it in a heartbeat,

Just to be closer to the One.

So call me a terrorist.


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