I am a victim of terrorism,
I stopped to be a no longer man, woman or child,
the terrorists converted me into an ancient offering
delivered to sudden death just like a lamb of God.
From that killer moment I was forever innocent.
The assassins freed monsters from their dreams
when they took my sacrifice;
I was crossing a bridge,
perhaps leaving over my thoughts in prayer,
or I was sharing jokes with my sweetheart,
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hope