Fate

I hear the bombs far away.
Will they put my worry at bay?

I have been forced into suffer and hurt.
Behind this fence,
The one I hate,
But also the one that holds my fate.

My body is covered in blood.
From all the beating and suffering,
I have endured this month.

They treat me this way everyday.
Because of my religion,
Because I was born this way.

They only care for themselves.
They aren’t really fair.

They do this to us,
Because we’re different.

We don’t hold grudges
For people who don’t see
The same things you and I do

We don’t judge
We don’t hate,
We simply believe in a thing called fate…