Dear Sir,

The following is a poem inspired by the recent terror attack in Brussels:hey maimed and butchered in a futile search, for weapons designed to kill

The countless numbers of citizens, refusing to bend to the tyrant’s will

Their bombs did slaughter both guilty and innocent, for Iraq they hoped to save

But in the end they only found a dishevelled, frightened dictator hiding in a cave

And as I pondered through the night just where these arms might be

A still small voice into my ear did whisper, quietly

The weapons of mass destruction, my son, are not what one may think

No machines spewing destruction and death, and bringing life to the very brink

No chemical defoliants, destroying the trees and choking the atmosphere

But a walking, talking Homo sapiens, with a faith that he holds dear

The weapons of mass destruction which will finally destroy the land

Is no natural or man-made disaster, my son, but God’s very creation ... man

CLEVELYN CRICHLOW