Farewell, my lovelies,
Death is inevitable,
Just drink the Kool-Aid.
Misplaced trust turned tragedy
Jim Jones’ legacy.
Zealous believers’ blind faith
No hope comes from fear.
Disguised as normal.
Rooted in evil
ISIS is an example,
Beware the devil.
With the same dynamics,
Out of control,
They’re on a killing roll,
One after the other,
This is truly war.
Showing they won’t be cowed,
Displaying their bravados
By ramming through a crowd
Forcing their dissonance.
Time to shed the politics
Register both citizens and aliens
To identify ISIS and other lunatics.
Weed out the barbarians
To stop this downward spiral.
This is now a matter of survival.
[In reference to the Bastille Day truck massacre in southern France today.]
Another day to memorialize
Acts of terror to desensitize.
An attack to all humanity
In the heart of Brussels,
Taking more lives again, senselessly.
When will it end?
Strike one, two, three,
Explosions in the airport and the metro station;
ISIS claims responsibility reprehensibility.
Nowhere to run from this hell storm,
Safety anywhere fast becoming a rarity,
Threats all over the world the new norm.
What will make it end?
While politicians rant,
And terrorists continue to rave.
We’re left to do the mourning chant:
How will it end?
They stole in, black clad with hearts equally dark.
From different corners of the City of Love—transformed into another level
Of Dante’s vision of hell.
Mute soldiers of hate articulated by AK47s
Brainwashed with false promises of Eden
If they do what ISIS has bidden.
Man, woman, child,
Humanity dressed in full sorrow
Too painful to face tomorrow.
Friday night’s fallout
Will always be remembered as the day
The light went out.
©2015 Karina Pinella