by Nick Gisburne
She sees the distant impact, feels the shock
A brutal burst of violence and flame
The motley dwellings strewn around the dock
Are shattered by a nightmare without name
She rides above the twisting winds of heat
Reminded of the crimes for which they pay
The power, smooth, electric, at her feet
Has given her this moment, here, today
Yet still her soul is empty, incomplete
She circles, twice, conflicted and confused
The flavour of revenge is far from sweet
As though a plea for peace has been refused
They killed her child, and she has killed them all
But why does this, her vengeance, seem so small?
