Sad Saturday in Somali

Morning breaks over the ocean on the bright Somali shore

On a peaceful street, the people of a city by the sea

Go about their daily business, much like every day before.

As two trucks entered the city, no one spared a second glance

Death rode in amongst the people, catching them quite unaware,

In a pair of blasts so massive, hundreds didn’t have a chance.

Shockwaves traveled thru the city, folks for miles around paid heed;

Huge black billows roiling skyward in a gruesome, deadly dance

Useless killings, for a reason the most faithful cannot see.

© 2017 - dustygrein

** The horrid events in Mogadishu on Oct. 14, 2017 deserve to be remembered, as do the hundreds who died in that senseless pair of truck bombings. This acrostic poem is dedicated to those victims and their families.