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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Koya Avatar
November 1, 2017 at 11:12 PM
And everyone continues to claim that its the religion of peace. Its supposed to be to do unto others as you want them to do to you and NOT kill those who are supporting you with their hard earned tax dollars.
Sands Avatar
November 1, 2017 at 4:38 PM
Hi Ilene. It is terrible and we cannot go on like this with ongoing attacks here at home. Changes need to happen. Law enforcement cannot keep up with this. It is very sad.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
November 1, 2017 at 2:31 PM
Ilene, this is such an apt and tender rendering of the (I lack the words to describe thus your poetry speaks) <3
Smith Avatar
November 1, 2017 at 1:27 PM
It is so heartbreaking Ilene.
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