Terror

Most days, I wake up to the alarm that is tuned to a public radio station. On that fateful day, I woke up to news about airplanes flying into buildings. It was 9/11. I live here on the west coast, three hours behind east coast time, and already much devastation had been done while I slept in the wee hours of the morning.

Ever since then, each morning I dread turning on the news, afraid I'd get to hear about the next act of mindless terror. On July 7th my worst fears came true. Yet another barbaric act in London.

I have so many questions for whoever was evil enough to plan something so heinous. How depraved can you be? What god would tolerate killing innocent bystanders? What religion condones that? Why kill? What pleasure does it give you to perform the most morally corrupt and bankrupt act that mankind knows of?

I wish they were brave enough to show their faces. Not these cowards. They hide behind their veil of secrecy plotting the next act of destruction, while the whole world waits anxiously.