Living, living in an age of fear.
There is terror in my eyes.
There is terror in their hands.
Living in fear and threats;
Intimidation,
Rumors,
Uncertainty,
Questioning “should I go out?”
Wondering “where is safe?”
We see the soul of the city in these pillars of marble.
The generations of people that stood
Looking up,
up,
to the columns
Stretching hands
pas ceramic tiles.
Gasping at the beauty, the soaring balconies, the sweeping
calligraphy.
Stunning.
Remarkable.
One of a kind.
Sizable, they say,
Three miles away we heard the explosion,
When I got there it had been cornered off,
Shop owners picking up shrapnel.
The cities on edge,
When will it stop? How can we fight it?
Will they be found? Will they be caught?
how do you punish an unnamed evil, all around?
how do you punish an unnamed evil, all around?
Hopeless, it seems,
despair, inevitable
Rounding up the usual suspects
The groups of people who rule by practicing ideology,
spreading fear,
Spreading death,
Oh what power their bombs have,
Oh what power to steal and kill and destroy.
