Food for Thought-Too Close to Home (A Poem)

A bomb exploded at a large hotel about one mile from one of my churches last night.

Too Close to Home

There was a bomb near home last night,
the explosion caused a powerful fright,
the hooded man carried a bag,
burdened with death into the crag.

The stony front desk at the Hotel Everglades,
to which he announced I am from the IRA,
if you are not gone from here in 45 minutes,
that time from now with be your death sentence.

As he disappears, what do you do?
Frozen with fear or call others too?
Lives matter in these recent days,
with Feinian boys games aren’t played.

–Richard Bryant

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