Rolling Thunder Hindu Tears Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

There was a bomb I heard yesterday in New Delhi
I thought it was thunder
And at first just shrugged it off
But some lives that were, are now gone
Whilst I drank my morning tea
From the safety of my room
I watched it rain
And listened to the thunder
That was not thunder
But a bomb that disguises itself
Is still a bomb
Lord God Shiva I am stupid
Concrete, steel and bodies fly
Not far from my teacup
And Hindu tears flow
Not far from my ignorant indulgence
Peoples children die
Near my rolling thunder
There are red spots on Ashoka trees
And the milk in my tea turns sour.