Terror Attack

You’re out to stroll or on a bike, A lovely day, a sky of blue, When suddenly, a terror strike And sadly, that’s the end of you. We hear the news; we’re stunned and shocked. The TV shows the blurry tape. The perpetrator’s plan, half-cocked, Did not allow him to escape. Investigations start, but still, The wounded ache, the dead are gone. We’re horrified, but know the drill – We move along and carry on.