Nobody knows
When one will be engulfed by an explosion
In the crowd
Who knows the man walking beside is a terrorist
As if he returns home for the last kiss to his new born baby
Bearing a detonator he walks unmindfully
The sun can’t see him
The wind can’t touch him
The humanity can’t stop his race
He walks in the crowd alone
On the way to the goal induced upon him
He jostles poverty, the greatest enemy
He overcomes society friends family love passion
His baby his life his hell and heaven
At last he confronts himself
After a long argumental discussion he realizes
His way is nothing but an ideological paradox
And no can do well by means of bloody outbursts
In the mean time the death knocks at the remote
Embracing the dark hollowness of man made world
He mislays him in a big bang
A thought provoking write. Do we really know the mind of a terrorist? I don't believe in their methods but what of the reasoning? Can we ever understand? uhm I think not. a great write about a sad and horrible situation. Well done
well written and with sensitivity, , , we live in an unsafe world now, ,10
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I would like to translate this poem
Excellent I am glad I found this poem. Written partly from the view of a terrorist, his still human side before he is turned by despair and hate.