“It was only a nightmare!”
Oh, if they only were!
Bullets went splat!
Blood splattered, bones shattered.
which never called Muslim Extremist!
From this nightmare, there is no waking.
Roaring birds expel hell’s fire,
below Dante’s inferno.
I remember one-
who was too close,
and limbs like blackened twigs.
Images of hell, images of beheading,
burned into my brain.
I hear the roar.
I see the flames.
From this nightmare, I can not wake.
Many years have come and gone;
and still this nightmare lives on!! …