Oh what a holiday
full of pain and agony
such a hideous tragedy
people kneeling down to pray.
Headlights down the street
death coming closer
like a bulldozer.
Listen and hear running feet.
Silence and screams
from people clinging on
all the huts are gone
through them the dozer steams.
Four screeching tyres
running down a crowd
to make his leader proud.
And people snap like wires.
What for, one might ask.
A simple ideology,
a sect, worse than scientology
thought to be a greater task.