The Terrorist

The children have grown old,

though there are many,

this land is new but,

my mother is a terrorist,

they are working hard,

to survive their unchosen location,

but the fear returns when,

my mother is a terrorist,

they are all dead now,

they didn't have a chance,

now the world is good she says because,

my mother is a terrorist.

The feral cats,

which ate the natural birds,

have all been forced out of this land by,

the terrorist.