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Suicide Bomber

By Michael J Monteith

What right you have to kill my children,

What right you have!

What right to blow us all apart.

My little babies, my little babies.

One minute sitting here,

Laughing,

Giggling,

Shouting, drinking coffee, eating pastries,

Telling stories about school,

Never thinking you were near;

Never knowing that you were sneaking toward us,

Hiding your bomb, strapped to your leg.

What right you have!

 

Now I scream in my sleep.

I feel the blast about my ears,

I feel my hair pulled off my head.

Burning, smells of coffee and cordite.

My little Ahmed, cries and sobs my name.

Mama, mama.

My hands are wet and red;

I cannot see,

I cannot find my babies.

What right you have.

You coward,

You place your desires above our desires,

Your lust for materiality is above my children's right to live.

Who asked you to act on our behalf,

We were happy, we had everything we wanted.

You are not satisfied to smell the flowers,

To marvel at the world we have,

Taste the coffee,

A cappuchino,

A pastry,

To help with homework.

For one second of excitement,

You destroy your own people,

Your cousins,

My children,

My life

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from the Passover 2008 Edition of the Jewish Magazine

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