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.