October Seven: An Acrostic

Each incoming missile took out by ‘The dome’ Very few, thankfully, get to hit home It never will change till tyrannical men Learn to repent of their actions back then… Bullets and bombs in the hands of the crazed Atrocities leaving authorities dazed So many do-gooders too blind to look Two sides to each story? Not in my book A tentative peace interspersed with atrocity Rubbed out by evil at violent velocity Don’t say ‘Freedom fighters are raising their fists’ Say what it is; one word… “Terrorists”.