The sight that wasn’t a sight
for it spoke of someone’s plight.
I wonder what their heart is made of
That in killing others they found delight.
It broke my heart to shreds
having witnessed blood stained carpets.
I wonder how the kitchen shall work
who will return to bake the cakes and breads.
The fragments of glass scattered
pierce the soul and leave it shattered.
I wondered when will they heal
they survived, yet, from within stay battered.
The doors now just the hollow frames
The glass broken by their vicious games.
I wonder how they do this act
that placed humanity to ultimate shames.
They scampered for help in fear
terrified they cried in silence without a tear.
I wonder how much can one bear
as they crouched hiding under Almighty’s care.
They came for some coffee & to grab a bite
on routine business in the January”s broad daylight
I wonder what ran through their minds
as the terrorist attack created a huge fright.
Their children in utmost anxiety awaited
unsure if their parent was safe in & gated.
I wonder if they felt their saliva go dry
glued to the live coverage with breathe abated.
Under torture was #14 Riverside Drive
the venue that once did in activity thrive.
I wonder when the buzz would be back
After the madly gruesome terror attack.
The musical notes were lost somewhere
A deafening silence rules the sad air.
I wonder if they would be at ease
returning to work on those very desks and chairs.