The injured and those who have lost
In last year's bomb attacks, a friend
Or family member, count the cost
Will this suffering never end?
But the human spirit soars aloft
Blame and hatred cast aside
The feelings they express are soft
In contrast to their bumpy ride...
Awareness tempers their ordeal
They see the world with outlook new
The lessons learnt are harsh but real
Positive thoughts now get them through.
Minutiae have quite lost appeal
How others see them, cuts no ice
Their values have been honed like steel
Perception won at roll of dice...
The perpetrators who believed
Their Holy War was justified
Have no reward but death received
Or will spend their lives «inside»...
(c) Poet in the woods 2017