So Much Death
So many, so dead
Where did they come from, and why?
Why do they hate us?
So much death, so much
Young people die much too soon
Parents live to mourn.
Some of the young died,
Because their vests hid the bombs.
Executioners.
What should we do now?
How can we stop all of this?
Or must more die first?
Copyright © Albert Leblanc | Year Posted 2015
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