when terrorism reached its hands into my inconsequential city i wasn't quite sure what to think the mosque was a place of worship where people gather to pray and heal but that lone wolf dropped a bomb into that peaceful place during their morning prayers what possesses someone to do that? can you tell me using the 26 letters? can you please help me understand? why in my city? why in that beautiful place? why do those who do not understand others react with violence and hate? can't they see the pain on the faces of those now afraid to pray? can't they feel it in the air? taste it in the rain? hear it in the wind? because i can, and it's terrifying
this poem is based off of a real event that happened in my hometown of bloomington, minnesota at a mosque early one saturday morning.