Caught in the fire of the bombs, in the gaze of hell
a scornful second and a laugh that haunts me,
but I doubt their humanities.
It was at 2:16 that my heart stopped.
May their God forgive them, I believe he always does
given what they have done and intend to do.
Eyes don't lie, they'll be damned.
It was at 2:16 that my heart stopped.
The worst part of it all, with their prayer,
they'll go to heaven, and I'll go to hell.
The irony of a world that only mocks.
It was at 2:16 that my heart stopped.
But one day, she will be sad, because her heart was wrong.
She'll read a story and leave in a dream.
I'll stop looking for why when it will appease her down,
May my heart, which has stopped, be used to save her.
About the Creator
Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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