Another terrorist shoot down
Receiving undeserved renown
For yet one more action of hate
Sealing innocent people’s fate.
One after another
Alone or with others,
They come and go as they please,
Festering like an incurable disease.
From San Bernardino
Now to Orlando,
Random, yet not random
Acts of doom.
Of any kind of security
Though such is the reality,
The more reason to seek solidarity.
Phantom pain of amputees
Writhe with agony,
The disquieting silence of the limbs.
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?
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