Done

Jet trails in the sky; cars beep below;
White steam flowing high; tugboats bellow.
Silver shaft spears one lonely cloud;
Trains go rumbling, low and very proud.
Click, clack, click, go footsteps fast;
Other feet join in, all first, none last.
On to work down giant hallways dim
One clear-eyed man sees terrorist aim gun,
Cry, “Allah A…” and backs like bar of steel
His fist right into him! Done.
Then sirens sound, to pity no appeal.
Some people look, shrug shoulders, turn away.
They’re glad for heroes, glad for swift assay;
Now on to work to earn their honest pay.

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