For the Children
The power I hold is amazing,
with one push of a button everything erupts into flames.
I must not reveal,
I must be sneaky.
I will become a martyr and will be heavily rewarded in heaven,
if I am successful.
The screeching halt of the bus sounds and I know it is time.
Stepping up the slim, long stairs my heart beats,
like a round drum.
Sitting in the seat of the tight, cold , metal bus,
I realize, seats filled with children laughing in joy.
Glee is such a wonderful thing to keep forever,
then I notice the parents are yelling and I ask myself.
Is this the best option for them?
Should their lives be filled with destruction, madness, and hate?
No, they should not, I'll take them with me.
Clutching the tight, round button, I push it,
everything erupts sending metal shrapnel flying, and we are all set free.
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this really gets in the mind of a bomber and their thoughts about taking people with them. i also really like how it just ends abruptly and you have to make your own ending
ReplyDeletei like how you put yourself in the mind of the bomber. it makes me think of if i was in that situation what would i do. it is kind of creepy to think about.
ReplyDeleteI like how you were writing as if you were the bomber and how taking the kids with you would be the best option for them.
ReplyDeleteBobby, it is true that a suicide bomber holds much power - you did a nice job portraying that. I do think you could still work on your word choice and imagery to enhance the poem. Also the ending is a bit confusing. It sounds like the bomber makes his decision based on parents yelling at their kids. Chilling ending though.
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