Monday, March 4, 2019

Arlene Corwin writes


This Was A Terrorist

Dispossessed breath from someone in death
From a someone.
Forever an utmost and final endeavour
With floods of blood everywhere,
No qualms or care
As the hardened
Ask us to be pardoned - 
And you,
With the cruelty
Fresh from the telly -
You, voter and taxpayer,
No power to think or elect
Who should come, go back home
With unspeakable crime(s)
Only hours behind,
Woman and child
Extra victims their sign.

And they with no debt yet to pay,
Deathly deeds not the least in the way,
Those shot, scored, scared, scarred,
Pains endured: hands imploring...
Men who have murdered,
Wanting to come home again as before.

Quote: and he crows
“I was caught in a sect, and I’m so sorry now.”
He appeals while his two children squeal
And his bride is abandoned.

This was an enemy
Who’d gladly kill you, me.
Who would, with no tremor
Pluck out your one eye.
Dilemma!
Our conscience nagged
We are left holding the bag.
This was a terrorist.
Terror five

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