JUST YESTERDAY

I've grown to recognize their faces,
feel their sorrow; their grief,
I now cry when they cry,
embrace them as they pray for relief.

Another Mother weeps, Fathers- Sisters-,
they buckle beneath the horrendous blow,
Just children commuting for an education,
without awareness of the devastation to follow.

One blast- two blasts- five in a row-
somebody hurry, draw the line in the sand!
It's all twisted, just crazy insanity,
more evil from the mind of man.

It's about Spain, Russia, America,
It's about you; It's about me,
It's about everybody; Everywhere,
it's now about surviving; and that's the reality.

Suicide bombers- terrorist attacks- guerilla warfare,
give the bottle a spin, where will it happen next?
Your guess is as good as mine,
could be your own gated apartment complex.

-How many will die?-
~As many as they can reach.~
Restaurants, sporting events, airplanes,
theme parks or even a crowded beach.

Each time it happens,
the scene is always the same.
Stretchers, bodybags, hysteria and fear,
terror, is clearly the game.

-I don't believe in war-
Isn't that what I heard you say?
Don't look now but they re-declared it,
just yesterday.