Applauding The Turmoil

  

Suicide Bombers have the right ideal.

To go up in a cache of bright lights and heat, honoring their country and defeating the enemy,

winning that upper hand.

Speckled splotches of light perplex their vision in every aspect imaginable,

Hoping, hoping, hoping, it will be over soon.

A world of sins come to haunt them and as they pray to God, the Devil laughs at them, knowing he or she will

be in his death filled hands soon enough.

 

Now they plummet to their death below.

The air is filled with cries of terror, but they pay the noise no mind.

They are the enemy, the reason he or she is falling right now.

Life, life means nothing to them as they’re

Falling, falling, falling

And

Wasting,

 

 

Wasting,

 

 

 

Wasting,

Away on foreign soil.

They feel that familiar pat on your back

Pat,

Pat,

Pat,

Applauding the turmoil.

Author's Note

This really came out of no where.
I just started thinking about it, and it all flooded out.
Thank you for reading :]
-Madeline

Reviews

[Vitamin A]

I enjoy the overall message of this, as I do the structure. The whole repeating the three words in different alignment works well. I feel like "hoping, hoping hoping" in the first stanza should also follow that pattern.

The first line doesn't flow correctly for me; I feel like changing ideal to idea would make more sense, in my opinion.

Nice title, it really fits well.

[Gregory Hill]

Hmm intresting, I really don't think the other reviewers know what their talkign about as it doesn't rhyme, the only place it almost does in in now and below, which still don't really. I like where it is going but if you go the sylable could and flow under control a bit more, and the rhyming it would be a lot better, sorry if its harsh but I like being honest in my reviews.

[Sel Whiteley]

Great rhythm and flow, really suggestive. You use the white space masterfully.

[Meredith Leigh]

Great use of rhyme and repetition. I really liked the flow and the dark but truthful meaning to it. Great work!

- Kriss