I grew up on the border of a land
Where it used to be my country
They turned away from my asking hand
I had no food when I was hungry

They forced my people into tents
I was nothing but a scared kid
When our ball flew over the barbed fence
We had nothing more to play with

The nights turned out to be colder
Having no proper clothes or shelter
That crying woman and that soldier
I wished I had been elsewhere

I watched my people losing faith
I screamed and cried out my sore eyes
And I saw myself going up in flames
And I have to watch how my soul dies

Marton Dezso

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tale-of-a-terrorist/