Tale of a 17-year old terrorist

I am sixteen going on seventeen
And I am ready to kill.

I can pull the trigger on my friends,
This is how I have been trained.

I can kill many innocent souls,
This is how they have set our goals.

I can blow up myself into pieces,
This is what my mentor back there teaches.

I have a lil sister and a old mother,
My death is their only food and shelter.

I am sixteen going on seventeen,
And I am ready to kill.

Two years back, I went to school,
I lived in a small house just beside the pool.

Then one day I heard a huge sound,
Armed men gunned down our entire town,

Killed my father, raped my mother, my books were burnt,
They took me off to a camp.

I was beaten, tortured and whipped,
Till I my entire body was ripped.

I gave in to their wishes,
I bargained safety of my family,
I was given a gun to kill and a mind full of hate,
They had chosen me to die and sealed off my fate.

I am sixteen going on seventeen,
And I am ready to kill.

This is my story in a gist,
The world calls me ‘a terrorist’.