The Day of Recogning

The day of reckoning A bird with an enormous wingspan darkened the sky it was a night of horror in the Middle East. A new country born in sin and filched land arose blood ran in ancient, narrow cobblestoned roads. The people fled over a broken bridge, now live far from the homeland, the dream of returning is alive. Young men living in squalor are attracted to Islamists the grim head cutting people, who know no mercy know they will win one day, and more blood will flow Into sand and time. When everything is forgotten, walls erased, the losers will flock back to Europa, whence they came.