The Terrorist’s Son
Good morning America. How are you?
Don’t ya know me? I’m a terrorist’s son.
You don’t know me, but, you soon will.
There’ll be 500 dead fore the day is done.
Riding on the train they call Glory Bound.
I’m planning my big day in the news.
I’m doing all my work in the club car.
Just how to pull it off without any clues.
The people drinking their beers
and the people who shed no tears.
Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.
They will have their beers cut short.
By a loud reverberating report.
Loud enough to deafen all their ears.
Two old duffs playing cribbage in the club car.
A penny a point. No one’s keeping score.
25 bags of mail in the mail car.
Will go right up in flames and be no more.
This train is definitely Glory Bound.
There will be no survivors, that’s for sure.
Only parts of passengers will be found.
America, I think it’s time for a cure.
The people drinking their beers
and the people who shed no tears.
Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.
They will have their beers cut short.
By a loud reverberating report.
Loud enough to deafen all their ears.
As we pull into the crowded city station.
Hundreds are waiting just to get on board.
They won’t have to be too long awaiting.
I exit just before the entering hoard.
I get safely far enough away.
I have my cell phone in hand ready to use.
As the train starts to pull away
I punch out a number & blow up all the fools.
The people drinking their beers
and the people who shed no tears .
will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.
They will have their beers cut short.
By a loud reverberating report.
Loud enough to deafen all their ears.
I slip away in all the panic that ensues.
People screaming & running everywhere.
The club car has disappeared is news
that spreads fast with rumors to spare.
Someone did this horrible deed.
No one has a clue who it might be.
But, they will know when they read
the message I sent to the paper for all to see.
You have been weighed in the balances
and found wanting—–A terrorist’s son.
—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)