Last year
They blasted a city square
Exulted in a bath of gore
That was Paris
Our eyes are still wet
And now
They are doing a repeat
At Brussels
The airport is all gore
Screams, fear and panic
And at my feeble doorsteps
Thousands of miles apart
Wayward youngsters
Self-styled intellectuals
Anointed living martyrs
Are clamoring for freedom
Extolling despicable icons
In acts of vandalism
Freedom from what we ask
In dismay, it turns out
Freedom from the freedom we have
God help us this world
If that is in your unfortunate mandate
Yet, we bow our heads
In thanksgiving and eternal hope
The lot of lost mankind
That still believes
In sanity amidst unthinkable madness
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