Strap bomb on,
walk slowly to your fate;
a crowded room,
people smile,
talk enjoyed,
children play,
no danger here,
no hurt just fun.
Weapon carried,
hidden, is not seen,
press it now,
all must die,
and so must I.

Fantasize, suicide, realize.
no fun, no smile,
no talk, no play,
no me.
Not free.

Bob Blackwell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-just-cause/