Paul F. McCann

BOMBS IN CARS

They’ve bombs in cars and drive them to a market place.
Behind the windscreen are those men without a face.
They leave bombs in their cars but nobody knows at all
Parked in the devil’s car park waiting for the call.

When bombs in cars explode no one expects to die.
For those who did, they never knew the reason why.
Bombs in cars are just like their killers,
They don’t care.

Who expects to live?
Only those who drive them there