Terror of the Terrorist

autumn

They wore mask like cowards.
Armed with guns, their intent clear.
Into the crowd they fired randomly.
Victims fell, bleeding out to die.

Terror is fear at its highest.
The gripping hold of being terrified.
In the clutches of impending dread.
Terror is paralysing fear.

Is one born a terrorist?
A toddler taught to become one.
Or does one choose to be a terrorist?
Motivated by religious fervor, politics.

Strapped with explosives.
They are ready to die.
Trigger happy to kill, kill, kill.
Leaving behind the carnage of destruction.

In the midst of terror.
We encounter terrorism.
The terrorist spreads terror.
The bogeyman has awaken.

(In solidarity with all families who have lost loved ones to acts of terrorism.)

By C.E. Pereira
(16-11-2015)

Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira View all posts by cepcarol

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