Through His Eyes

Needless to say I got allot of hate mail when I posted this.

It was for a contest and I am not making a political statement.

Through His Eyes

It is my turn; I have to admit that I've been dreading this for awhile.
However, I can’t just sit here and watch as more of my friends and family die.
I've seen it happen all too often for it not to have an effect on my mind.
They drag them out of their homes, they kill our people in they're streets.
My father, yea, he was killed right in front of me just last week.
Seriously do they really think they're doing the right thing?
After all, don't they realize this is our country?
Why won't they let us choose to be, what we choose to be.
Let the fighting and the violence be ours, let us be.
After all don't you have enough mess going on over there of your own?
The torture, the killing, don't you know you reap what you have sown.
So I do it, I strap the bomb to my chest, [click]
for what purpose do I, honestly, have left.
My family are all dead, my friends yes most of them are also dead.
The most aggravating thing is, they are actually trying to put the fault on my head.
Well I'll show them, yes, I'll give them the wake up call.
Now they will have to see what I saw.
I will board the plane with my fellow men.
I will go to a better place, and I will see my family again.
I know I will acquire my reward in heaven.