The Moment

Cherry

By JamesF

Tue, 03 Mar 2015
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Where did it all begin, this feeling

that fellow man was not his brother

and that the world unmothered

was a better place to be, one of

destruction and constant disaster?

 

In the moment of massacre

the lunatic senses his own madness

and desperately tries to defuse his

own carefully-put-together detonation.

What was the point of this? He thinks.

 

Somewhere far away in the desert,

his family await his return

which will never be, as do the family

in the UK, who will never again

see their son, nor he his baby.

 

JRTF

16/02/15

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by tibi popovici on

A moment personification described in a real context, eventualy. Hope I get it right smiley Interesting.

Like it!

Submitted by Sooz006 on

I often wonder what is the point of it. Rather than the killing and the destruction of proprty and land why can't people lay down their weapons and fight it out orally over a table?  This is laid bare, stripped of sentimentality but  still brimming with family and emotion. 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

We are a mystery to ourselves, how can we keep doing this?  After the questions the poignant reality. 

Submitted by Kurt Rellians on

Good poem. I like the sentiment and the perspective you use. You describe the final feelings of the suicide bomber so well!