Fame Or Shame
The Hijacker emerged
onto the cock pit,
his face was dark and dangerous,
his eyes
were bulging under religious lies,
looking angry enough to strangle
with the first person who wanted to tangle,
he spat out curse words,
in another language
that would have burned even God’s ears,
voice hoarse,
but the danger nears,
he’s doing it for his God under cloak,
the plane fills with smoke,
and everyone chokes,
he muttered God’s name,
no other explanation.
Fame or shame,
and God’s name in vain.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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