JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE TERROR BUSINESS
Copyright Roger N. Taber 2006
Thinking a song, can’t quite recall
how it goes;
no care in the world, except having
overstayed the visa
Good job, future, youth, making all
the right moves;
station, steps, barrier, platform, train,
in everyday sequence
Suddenly, yells, gunshots ringing out,
bodies piling up...
(too late, excuses at press conferences,
conditional apology)
We can but learn by our mistakes, let
live or die...
(ascribed to Methuselah, perfect model
for a Met police chief?)
Small change, a family’s grief in global
economics, mapped out
by politicians, invested in by religions,
dolled out by arms dealers
Media sponsored gravy train, stopped
dead in its tracks...
whenever the buck found stopped on its
own doorstep
