Mommy’s Not Coming Home
She merely step off the ill-fated bus,
Her killer, In God, he did not trust,
So ashes-to-ashes and dust-to-dust,
Mommy’s not coming home.

Baba went to the mosque to pray,
Not realizing he’d never see another day,
A suicide murderer blew him away,
What else is there left to say?
Baba’s not coming home.

The girl lied down on her little bed,
While visions of sugar plums danced in her head,
Mama was deliberate in every word she read,
Baba quietly nodded his head…
As a bomb descended overhead,
A political decision, now, all are dead.
There was no place like home.