The cool morning breeze
The bright caressing sun
Saw all and sundry moving about, relaxed
The weekend was very calm
Thanks to the peace in the country.
What was it?
The smell of sudden and instant death,
Gunshots from all sides
Through the aisles trembling silhouettes ran
To get away from the metallic gadgets of doom.
Westgate was a death trap!
For women, men and children
Their innocence unknown,
Blood! Blood! Blood!
Bodies! Bodies! Bodies!
The young terrorists,
All cares thrown to the wind,
Were out to kill
To maim, to scare
The debris told it all!
All were bundled into the abyss of hatred
And out came love, unity and in one song,
Blood, money, ambulances, cars, people,
Were a shield for the victims
And the bereaved.
The unflinching ICC was also touched
Letting the DP to get back home
To join his countrymen.
Slippery they were!
A whole police force
A whole army
A whole country
Could not get them!
Many hours of aggression went by
At last they were cornered!
What befitted them was done to them!