He puts on a suicide vest

The ultimate personal test

Willful self destruction

Murdering compulsion

walking to the market square

Approaching death without a care

Searching the most crowded place

No look of horror on his face

People around him will soon be slaughtered 

Husbands, wives sons and daughters

All in the wrong place at the wrong time

Innocent victims of the most heinous crime

He reaches in his pocket for the wires

One last breath before an explosion of fire

Bodies ripped apart and others maimed

So many lives will never be the same

Sleepy market place becomes headline news

Soon invaded with voyeuristic camera crews

Victim counting becomes a priority

Shocking images beamed worldwide for all to see

We can’t ask him to explain what he feels inside

Perhaps he waits for his seventy two virgins to arrive

Soon all this news will fade away

The suicide bomber and his victims had their last day