Delivery poem

He takes the delivery,
he makes a bomb,
whilst making tea.
He has his dinner,
and he says goodbye to his wife,
who knows nothing,
and he blows himself up amongst a crowd,
and oh, the screams,
and the agony and the misery,
and the blood upon the floor,
and the bits of flesh and the injured and the dead,
but what for?
And because of the inability to listen,
and the inability to be tolerant,
and the inability to be able to understand,
and nothing more,
what a shame it is that people are prepared to kill,
other human beings for so little,
and how many lives are lost,
and how many families are devastated,
and at what a cost,
a cost caused by illogical thought,
and if there was true logical thought and education,
terrorism would of course be no more.

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