Terrorist (An Original Poem)

Who deserves to be called a terrorist?

Do people veiled? Or people who wear turbans? Or a man with a beard? Or men who have the mark of prostration on his forehead?

Small children were killed by a bomb, the old women were killed by mines, innocent men were killed by bullets.

Terrorists stole their land, building settlements on their land, terrorizing tranquility in their country, then they accuse weak people as terrorists.

Countries of the East unceasing warfare, terror everywhere, bomb explosion sounded every evening, gunfire like orchestra in the opera house.

Western countries clapping, holding meetings, sparking false resolutions, and condemned without sincerity.

We are all terrorists. Terrorists who kill time. Because we only see their deaths.