Normally I share a poem I wrote a few year's or month's ago but this one came to me this morning in the shower- (Oversharing I know but isn't it amazing how some of the crazy or creative ideas we get when we least expect, like when we're in the shower...eating tea...or about to drift off to sleep)- anyway...this one's nothing impressive but I was thinking about all the people responsible for the horrific recent terror attacks and how they would have looked like regular joes in the street, people we queued behind in the shop, sat next to on the train. Then I got thinking about how satisfying it would be to those who had been wronged that their tormentor would finally face justice- that what inspired this one :)