The Terrorist Poem by Jessica Waskelis
The Terrorist
He waits in a cheap motel for the call that wil sommon..
him.....
The phone rings... and... a grim smile flickers across his face.....
calmly.. dressed.... as a businessman...
He leaves.. for the airport... he stands in a ticket line.. ALERT...and.. READY......
Then in an INSTANT.... he pulls out a..... MAC-10 and...riddles the crowed... with bullets making them...spin in their dance....of DEATH...
His eyes become... SCOPES....
Arms become....BARRELS...Chest becomes a.....STOCK....
DEATH FOLLOWS WHEREVERHE POINTS
HIS MACHINE MADE TO...... KILL......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 7:29:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
interestin, poem it made me think i got the picture, of this hard guy. it was fun to read... nice write jess haha