CHAPTER 174: Facing Some Terrorist in the Middle of the Predator-Prey Lessons (Part 2)

YOUR TERRORIST

By: Ali Alizadeh

You call me a barbarian.

I call you master.

You don't speak my language.

My words

noise in your ears; my poems

meaningless melodies.

Your poems

masterpieces of literature.

Your clothes

constitute fashion; your homes

architecture.

My house

the hovel your tanks leveled;

my clothes

rags. My beliefs

crushed by your technology

because I'm a barbarian.