Suicide Bomber Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond
Suicide Bomber
He checks his
satchel
trouser pockets.
Mobile phone he puts away.
Brushes back his hair
He has fasted everyday.
Zipping up his jacket
Into the mirror he does stare.
And with a deep conviction
to Allah,
say's a prayer.
Checking on his wallet
Making sure his money's there.
He won't be coming home again
But he does not really care.
And not so far away
A young girl say's a prayer.
Checking on her handbag
Her keys are always there.
Mobile phone in hand
Her boyfriend asks
Is she ready?
They are going
to the pictures
She's just started
going steady.
But then,
as Fate decrees
She would never make that date.
Two paths crossing, silently
With a stranger full of hate.
A fleeting glance
A smile perchance.
They turn away then
NOTHING! ...
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4/27/2024 3:25:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yep Wayne! it is as simple and easy as that, this reminds me of a poem I wrote about why people become suicide bombers. It is the killing of the soul through degradation and heartbreak in my opinion as much as indocrination. The innocent die young as a consequence. I believe Mr Bush and Blair have been major players in the recruitment of suicide bombers since 9/11. I put a figure of 10,000 on it a couple of years ago, it's probably 50,000 now. It is a sick world we live in and you describe it's consequences well in this poem of yours, Good work, Tai