You would think
That anyone
Smart enough
To build a bomb
In his basement
Would be smart enough
To avoid
Chatter
On a jihadist
Website.
Not my son.
And not his friend.
Police officers
Came to my house.
They searched
For explosives
Computers
Papers
Evidence
To support the charge
Of terrorism.
They found plenty.
But they could not
Determine
The detonation location
For the bomb
Or the identity
Of the international
Terrorist network
Which supplied
My boy
And his friend
With lethal materials
To destroy
Their target.
As sad as I am
That my son
Is imprisoned
I am gladdened
By the knowledge
That he is
A loyal devotee
Of our cause
And will choose
Death over betrayal
Should the necessity
Arise.
(Written for dVersePoets, Open Link Night 87, March 12, 2013.)
vb's reverbs 
The Virgins in Paradise quiver,
when passion and fervor are virtues
that can flying alone with no other flags!
Suspect the virgins are not alone in the quiver department….
oh snap….nice twisted bit of poetry man…
did not give you up…
hope they dont read poetry or they will be back…
smiles.
Taking their return as a compliment, Brian–Many thanks!
VB – this is so unsettling!
It is–and it’s hard to imagine supporting such extremism for your children.
Insightful insight into that particular mentality.
Thanks, Carl–and thank goodness I don’t have to live with that mentality.
Wow. This is a powerful word cork scew.