“So it’s your birthday “said the gunman, to the ambassador
Spying from on high, two children with their mother.
Observing them, clutching hands scurrying down the street.
Three terrified frightened figures afraid, running for their lives.
“You get to choose today, who lives and who dies.”
The diplomat turned away, his face ashen grey.
He heard the gun fire which took a life.
Was it the mother, sister, or brother?
It was the soul of the gunman, who also had been shot.
Into the devils lair forever, was to be the terrorist’s lot.