Terrorists were kids.

Once in my life I have heard a story. A story that helped me to realize that there's always another way. It happened many years ago.I don't know how many. There was a wealthy healthy respected man living in the forests of Africa. One day he was invited to have lunch with the kings family. As he was a respected man he went to the lunch ceremony with his ten wives many children and friends. Right after the warmth welcoming from the kings house, the servants started washing the guests leg which is a sign of respect and honor for coming. But there was something that bothered and ashamed this man, His legs was smelling bad. after lunch he harried to get  home, Eventually he did. He called one of his servants and order him to cut off his legs. After that day he never had a bad odor. But life got even worst, he never walked around his territory again. His problem was man made. If he could avoid wearing shoes he could avoid cutting off his legs. I believe, strongly believe that there's no one born violent. Environment shapes someones future, religion and culture are the main factors. After I carefully observed life I decided that if every one has to be born a tiny dime child, how can later be a cruel terrorist murderer? believe or not our daily action, motivation, and life style has made him to be who he is. After reading the next poem you will understand how you could behave better. The good news is, it's not late. Enjoy...

Terrorists were kids

People aren’t naturally violent

The bad things that are happen

 The result of movement

The law of attraction

Creating friction.

Politics is pointless

If it does fail to enhance the beauty of our lives

Religion is indeed powerful in words

Love your neighbor as much as yourlsef

The beginning words are became ideals.

People aren’t naturally violent

Parrots and jihadists were kids

Lived among families and communities

They were kids playing soccer

On the streets of Mogadishu

Suddenly their homes’ burned

Their fathers’ murdered

Their mothers’ raped

Their hope vanished

Their future just cursed.

They found fallen firearms

Pointing toward the community

That is what they have learned.

People aren’t naturally violent

But they have thought

Sabah al-khair?

Al-hamdililah is caring

We are alive again this morning

Opening words when the kids gathering

On the streets of Baghdad

Having conversation about politics

But politics is pointless

If it does fail to enhance the beauty of their kindness

Switched topic into religion

Islamic is fear anymore

Christianity superior

Buddhism is meditation

Mormon new born

Salvation has lost in religion.

It was in the afternoon

The sun was running down

wearing dark/yelowish gown

Bombs, shootings, airstrikes

Broke the silence of peace

Escaping death is the matter of grace

But grace itself is grieving   

It is the end of everything.

This's your opportunity to shape me: tgmichael8@gmail.com

Tecle Gebremicheal

Beauty is in Words.