Y E T

When the blast was heard,
     Everyone shouted yet another terrorist attack
     On an Easter Sunday in the Taliban.
A master suicide bombing is what they called this.
Brussels, Belgium just happen yesterday.

Well they resurrect the people.
Well we hear them mourn.
Their life taken so soon,
     And not by God.

Who lives and who dies is not identified.
The demography states many will lose their lives.
This is what is idealized -
     The “bomb maker, the transporter, the landlord and the cipher”.

Revivified through memorials -
     The mourns of the dead families are heard.
Their life taken so soon,
     And not by Allah.

Yesterday is everyday and tomorrow.
    -Yet another terrorist attack on an Easter Sunday (2016) in the Taliban-!

Thus, 

     Rise above iniquity to be save proclaims the 'unforeseen' God.
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Written March 27, 2016!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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