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Her face
twisted in horror
watches
in motion slow
the dying flash
she hears the blast
feels it rush past
her face
the smell
of fear all around
as
glass
brick
and metal attack
indiscriminately
deadly missiles now
inanimate building
a seconded ago
she sees
the young lifted tossed skin stripped scared burnt and broken then discarded in the street
the old flipped in the rush of air breaking on lampposts and cars they snap like twigs
their flames snuffed out
the strong
like garbage in the wind
picked up
juggled
maimed
scared abandoned left broken and limp.
lucky
she finds herself
safe
under a truck
only a grazed arm, confused in shock
Terrified by a bang so loud it violated humanity in it's rage.
It cried out....Pain, revenge, violence, bloodshed, death, hurt hurt hurt the screams of our forefathers never end, we seek to right the wrong
of a
generations past.
She sobs at the blood in the street that like a small stream rolls by. She hears their moans feels their pain smells burnt hair and flesh.... and vomits.

He sits at home
Warm
drinking tea
he watches the news
how can he be pleased
to be the author
of such
insane butchery against the young, the old, the strong the race the tribe..... His face.