Drenched in sweat and blood.
Waiting for the loud thud,
I patiently standstill.
Silently praying that our plan doesn't go downhill.

A sudden loud bang breaks the heavy silence.
A wave of relief passes over me. We won. No need for more violence.
Now, for once and all, I Can remove my demilance.
Someone shouted my name. "Don't!" they yelled.
My body compelled,
but only a moment too short.
I could feel my skin tear apart. I was warm then cold. It was happening too fast for me to sort.
For before my eyes, a foolish-looking man had pulled the trigger.
The pool of blood around me only grew bigger.

Feeling peaceful and dazed I stood there,
silently saying my last prayer.
I could hear someone swear.

A flood of people ran over to me.
I wanted to tell them not to worry, that I will finally be set free.
I wanted to say something: to make a sound.
I was facing up as I hit the ground.
The blue sky was too beautiful that I forgot how to speak.
Our flag was standing tall and proud at the mountain peak.
So many lives were lost for that flag to be there, in the pursuit of liberation.
Yet, ironically enough the only ones liberated are those who left this world of indignation.

I couldn't see the sky anymore.
I was back at home.
I and my best friend were childishly giggling on the floor.
Then, in a thick swirl of foam,
the setup changes to that of a car.
I am happily singing my heart out as if I am some rockstar.
Now I'm in my bedroom dancing like a mindless titan with my little sibling.
The scene changes to that of a school, my friend is calmly scribbling.
In another swirl, I can see my mother.
In the distance, my sisters are chasing each other.
It's just a normal sunny day at the shore.
Now I am back at the headquarters, planning the war.

A sudden pain hovers over me.
I can feel my soul flee.
Now I am at the final scene: my grave. A little child points at it and says: "look mommy that grave is growing an olive tree!"
Alas, I have been set free.