** Poems thread # 2 ** - Page 90

Part of everyday demeanor; A spiky Knife

Insurgency? We call it terrorism. Alive and rife!

And who whispered its less fatal then fishwife?

No epicenter no religion. Neither any cast of grot

They are all over the map. Practically hot to trot!

Psyched up to plan a ruin, prepares a mortal plot

It doesn't draw to a close. If one wants to; cannot!

Sometime it's positioned in zip lock bags

Often detonated in a jalopy. Uttered by Crime time mags

When all set, they signal their accomplice. I guess by wigwags?

For them its leisure pursuit. For us they are sleazebags

And the explosion sounds alike Wham! Right on target

Mass slaughter, bloodbath and howling sound quite a bit

How human kills humanity posthaste but never gives a shit?

Terror grows fast then tech. Where is answering hit...?

What's saved? Mosque? Temple? Church? Nothing

Incalculable life is spent bit by bit. Time is passed in aching

Call to mind the victims who lefts family behind, mourning

Originally a chemical device but spark off major's perishing

And justice is buried inside potter field

No charges at all; Power becomes their shield

As soon as the case opens; Alas! It's sealed

Ergo! True face of plaster saints is in a minute peeled

All one can do is pray for welfare of mankind...!

For we may be scattered by region but in humanity; bind!

Plead to Lord! No one faces this savage act. That's Wholly Unkind

Reign of terror has extirpated the most complex structure; The Mind!