The death-toll rose

From ten to forty-one


Was there a plan

In the attack that

Foreign blood would

Mix with that of



Insane strategy

To kill those first who

Are not involved


The cheat of

Terrorists whose

Cowardice will not

Face military forces


This aim makes a

Target out of me, and

Certainly I can get



I must hope that

Death by misdirected

Amateurs will not

Find me today


And grieve with those

Slain in anonymity,

Because the killers

Don’t care


Who we are