Will we ever know the truth? Misinformation on all sides. Meanwhile, those who are directly affected are practically helpless.
The term “terrorist” should include huge corporations and powerful nations that profit on grief and destruction.
blue before dawn’s breath
stillness past sleep, past waking
man plays god again
Here is a LINK to a previous post where I offer a free set of poems for anyone interested.
They come in a rain of flames and screams.
They seek the softness of flesh,
cracking points of bones.
But many of them unleash the horror
of their intent when all is quiet.
In silence they lurk
among the bushes. Still. Sinister.
Patient. Someone will walk
past them one day. Perhaps
someone who collects metal
scraps for a living.
Or maybe a child
will notice just one of them
with a bright yellow tail
playfully beckoning in the wind:
Take me. Take me.
Take me that I may be
One with your tender flesh.
Sometimes there will not even be a scream.