How I Became A Terrorist Poem by Lee Boueri

Mom's in the kitchen washing up
Dad takes her his empty cup
I'm watching TV Zuzu on my lap
Sisters doing homework, listening to rap

Dad's phone rings, he's about to have a nap
'Hello, yes him. What is this crap? '
He drops the phone and yells to mom
Get your things, we have to run

Layla looks up 'What is it dad? '
'Grab your school case, you too lad'
'Honey what's happened? Who was that? '
'They're bombing our building. Quater to eight'

'Sayid, what are you saying? '
'Just get your things'
'My God Sayid, I can't leave'
'What are you saying? You want to die? '
'Hurry, passport, money....honey...don't cry'

'Layla move, we gotta run'
' But dad, my homework? '
'Leave it hun'
'Come on up, you too son'

'Down the stairs, run till you see blue'
'Dad, Zuzu is coming too.'
'My God Raymond to where do we go? '
'Outside for now, go, go, go'

We saw the missile glide through the air
Mum was crying, hands in her hair
'That's our life Sayid, how is this fair? '

Neighbors, landlord everyone was there
A huge explosion,
another woosh through the air
A second missile,
a blinding glare

The Jet plane roared,
our home fell
In an instant we were standing in hell
A 10 floor building,
then nothing there
a cloud of dust filled the air.

In the blink of an eye, we were homeless
I died inside,
And all dad could do...was hold us.