Sword in scabbard- always ready for play
Death paused to ponder this days end.
Another Battle, but what the prey?
Twin Towers aflame, in angry wrath
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed.
Totter then Tumble, into mounds of death.
Mounting sorrow, the World around.
Faces blackened, soot and grime,
Oil fires burn, on the desert plain
The fallen lay, in foreign climes.
You snatch a breath, while feeling sad
One wonders just, what will come next.
In a crazy, spinning World - Gone mad.