TERRORISM on 2017 Lower Manhattan Attack
Halloween Night October thirty-first,
twenty-seventeen. A wet night of lit
cut out jack-o-lanterns, parties, games, cursed
ghouls and goblins, and witches shadows flit.
Children dress in fun or scary costumes
going door-to-door round the neighborhood
shouting, "Trick or treat!" running on sweet fumes
being good, but they eat more than they should.
Today was different; it was a day
of grief and sorrow over an act of
terror; Innocent lives taken away
too soon with families. Where is the love?
An act of sheer terrorism meant to fright
it will not discourage, but make us fight.
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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