I spoke to him, just yesterday
This young lad - smiling happily and full of life
The excitement at his move to New York City
His visage so happy and elated
His family nudging him towards a bright career!
I visited his home earlier today
The same young lad - unmoving now and lifeless
The shock at the news of his accident in the city
His body so pale and disfigured
His family bearing him to the cremation grounds!
My arsenal for creating mayhem!
Pipes, wires, nails,
money to buy that tell-tale powder,
black bags, remote control devices,
DIY manuals for putting them all together,
and fanatically committed foot soldiers.
Such glee - see I'm about to create history!
I’m watching the telly now!
Ripped open steel bogies,
blood splattered railway tracks,
bodies carried in make-shift sheet stretchers,
limbs, body parts, blood, gore,
faceless bodies, torsoless heads.
Such glee – see what all I've achieved!
I’m reading the newspapers now!
Lists of injured, body counts,
personal accounts of individual tragedies,
desperate searches in hospitals and morgues,
ecstacy at finding a leg-less husband,
agony at identifying a son's torso.
Such glee – see how I'm being GOD now!
I’m answering the telephone now!
Neighbour asks me to rush home, for
my two sons and only grandson,
who'd left for home by train yesterday,
but failed to reach there till late last night -
their corpses have been found in a morgue.
Such glee - see my blood on my hands now!
