I wondered who he was
As I passed his broken car
As I witnessed his blood freed from his body
And the army sounding from afar
Was he a bomber, choosing to die?
Was he a fool that did not check his car?
Then I ran,
Late for my midterm exam
And till this day, I can’t remember for the life of me if I passed the test
“He will save us, don’t you worry,
loving and strong, the hero will return.”
The priest found a way to calm the crowd
So they stood still as their town burned to the ground
“Will he rebuild my tree house father?” The boy wondered
“He will make you a new one, a better one, in heaven!”
But the boy wondered if he can find the way to heaven through this fire.
“Father, do we have to see hell to enjoy heaven?”
The priest said loudly: “HE WILL SAVE US!”
But everyone was gone.
The flame surrounded the red eyed man.
And the boy stood still as the fire engulfed them both.