Istanbul

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Thinking, then programming
Opening, then closing.
Listening, then silencing.
Hearing, then running.
Understanding, then hating.
Loving, then hiding.
Seeing, then bombing.

The mixed thoughts
of a suicide bomber.
Counting bullets, counting targets.
Standing, then lying.
Screaming, then blasting.
Believing, then killing.
Wanting, then destroying.

Demanding, then hurting.
Focusing, then blackening.
Breathing, then blowing.
Laughing, then curdling.
Hoping, then firing.

Between trigger pulls:
knowing, then conditioning.

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2 Responses to Istanbul

  1. smilecalm says:

    enjoyed this reflection
    on the most recent
    neverending suffering.

    Like

  2. Tom says:

    Thank you, SmileCalm. Words seem useless when such sufferings occur. 8-(

    Like

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