62 hours ago, the world was nice.
Red, red roses, sugar and spice.
TV on for an hour at a time,
Watch Friends or a movie, with a smile sublime.
But it was just then, that hell froze over;
Work, Play and Gym - all move over.
TV on for days at a stretch,
Images and sights that made me retch.
Through shock and despair, one watched in mute,
As bullet chased bullet and explosions followed suit.
A prayer for the hostages, was all that we had,
Silent spectators to a world gone mad.
Gun-toting youth, shown again and again
Enough gore and death to numb the brain.
Cluless foot-soldiers making the best that they could
Fighting cannons with pistols and steel with wood.
Hope and rage raced up and down,
The only expression - a silent frown.
When would this end? No one could guess.
How ever, I wondered, did we get ourselves in this mess?
But all through the 62 hours,
Of terror and drama and broken bars,
Nothing made me see so much read,
As the sight of the ugly politicians head.
Why oh why, didn't God spare the 195,
And take even one or two politicians instead?
