Terrorist Bastards

Kneeling within a circumference of devastation
Girl, lovely, white hair, flowing
Sun-touched, blue eyes, bronzed skin, glowing
The meeting, smoke and spit, procrastination

On the left side, a bead of pure undiluted blood
Girl, they just made you, what can you think
Sun-born, carefree, life on the brink
On the right side, a bead of pure angelic food

Terror, justifiable in all conditions
Girl, gifted, play, through all the day
Grow up fast and show us the way
Yesterday, she moved us with renditions

One step, two steps, halt, trepidation
Girl, you died, what did you know
I just asked the question, no time to show
Kneeling within a circumference of devastation

©2004 Hey Hey

sorrowful, yet delightful.

Thanks. But nothing like the real thing.