by Poetry99
© 2001 Dorothy E. Scott, Focus On The Word, all rights reserved
Terroristic Leader, You have led a trail of blood in your diabolical path.
Many families are mourning, turn of another evil's page.
In my heart and many there is a deep rage, unchained rage..
While you hide from capture, planning another blood bath.
Does your conscience burn a flame of bittersweet?
A cold heart is the only love found in your narrow breast.
You carry the torch of domination, hatred your rest.
Peace and serenity is a mirage, anger your judgment seat.
Tomorrow you will harm another innocent victim in a bloody trail.
Every murder will only entrap you in a final flaming port.
Fear not for soon your judgment will be before eternity's court.
There will be no news media to spread your vicious tale.