The day started out just like the others
The sky both clear and blue
Birds sailed gracefully over the ocean
And children laughed happily at school
No one regarded the stranger with fear
She looked like all the other tourists
Nothing particularly striking about her
Except a satchel clutched in her fists
No one really gave her a second look
Although her eyes were wet with doubt
Everyone just minded their own business
No one offering to help her out
She rented a car and just drove around
Visiting landmarks that she’d never seen
She rarely smiled just glaring around
Mumbling about what she could have been
When the clock struck twelve she sighed aloud
And she parked her car in the city square
A short call she made on her cell phone
Upon finishing she straightened her hair
It was only then that a passerby
Saw the troubling look on her face
When he asked if there was anything wrong
She said everything was up to God’s grace
He tried to get her to talk some more
But she simply looked at the time
She told him to call his loved ones
And tell them things would be fine
When he protested she frowned
And stated that we never got it
Our time on earth was just a breath
Before we again joined the heavenly spirit
It was only then that he knew
That no longer would lovers meet
The incessant beating was not his heart
Just the ticking of the satchel on the seat
Before he blinked he disappeared
Just ashes cast into the sky
As did the woman and her satchel
Giving no answers on how or why
The blast they said destroyed our city
A bomb that we would surely stop
It seemed modern technology had failed
The young beauty had walked past every cop
We dug through the rubble crying aloud
For the thousands who vanished that day
Our innocence lost for a second time
Our Government promised they’d pay
Who they were we only guessed
Spouting threats at all who opposed our will
Our forces lashed out with deadly force
Anger finding solace in the kill
Though years have passed we don’t forget
Retribution still rains upon a hundred towns
Enemies once friends just run and hide
Smiles replaced forever by ugly frowns
Would we now care to learn the truth
That the destruction was but the work of ten
Religious zealots who yearned for God
Their only decision being where and when
So as we move forward under God’s flag
Seeking to bring justice to the terrorist foe
Wouldn’t it be better to stop and think
Or would it better to never let us know
