Suicide bomber

Suicide bomber
Hurry cast into the ground,
the fact remains motionless
lying on the ground
lurking behind
a suicide bomber.
You can never know
when the front comes
The last evening sunset
or the morning moth.

Beginnings, unfinished
lives, parts of the body
along the square. in the street
runs hidden in the cloak
head, not less ever wheat.
Is it a suicide bomber.
Too many people on
the street walker afraid,
when a bomb fragments
Exploding the back.

Death on the street runs,
the gates of tomorrow traveler closes.
The enemies here and there
Death is too selfish sulfate.

Is it karma, or misfortune sure?

Hurry cast into the ground,
the fact remains motionless
lying on the ground
lurking behind
a suicide bomber.
You can never know
when the front comes
The last evening sunset
or the morning moth.