Terror in the Streets

Nail bombs in the public square,

Innocent people gathered there.

A deafening explosion

Searing heat

Sudden chaos in the street.

Women scream and babies cry,

Can’t escape, caught in the fray.

Shattered glass

Smoke chocked air

Devastation everywhere.

Bloodied victims lay in shock,

Scattered up and down the block.

Gaping wounds

Loss of limb

Carnage in the street again.

Corpses stare off in the air,

Spark of life no longer there.

Trauma blanket

Covered face

Putrid death found everyplace.

A deadly scene all too familiar

Not unlike a movie thriller.

Naked hatred

No remorse

Terror offers no recourse. 

--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole