in no sense, don't make dollars to donuts, for what
you be, causation of grief, and grieving, of parents dis-
believing, of siblings, now lonelier or only children, the list goes
on
and on,
to my horror, that you make war, taking away child-
like play times, balling up the air from lungs and replacing it with fire,
so much ire
so much more ire, in
self-appointed masters of a three ring circus,
poison seeds always find fertile ground, as that
is what dirt does,
seeds and dirt, with your toxic oil-less spill, you pack up your
tents and take it to where the people are, living their lives, too
intent on making ends
meet, that they don't see the clouds of dark-
ness, like some mythical monster which is only
talked about when there is a death toll,
tower bells toll,
that they could be ringing forever in your ears,
(until they and you both melt in hell)
and your ears hear the sound of children's voices,
laughing loudly at play forever clearly.
(read screaming for their parents,
through pain,
their tears and heartbreak)
surely you lit your own fires flames, using Newspapers
with stories covering your infamy,
too bad there can't be a media ban on the ( )
there is no honour in this fully your shame.
2014-12-16....title reflects the numbers I heard on this day... as they day go forward, there maybe more, I am not changing the title, as it was what I knew when I first heard.
141 children and 2 from a cafe on another continent