“Bombs Bursting in Air…”

Before I retire for the night, I have to release these thoughts that are clanging around in my head. It’s about bombs.

Bombs are scary to me. Bombs are terrifying weapons. Yesterday (Sunday) when I heard the news of the numerous bomb blasts in Sri Lanka, my heart sank in sadness.

What kind of people would want to build a bomb to kill thousands of people? I asked this rhetorical-type of a question to a couple of my colleagues today, and the answer was:

“They gave up their right to be human.”

Yes, I agree. Any breathing human being could not even fathom creating a bomb to kill people. I mean (and please do not think I am making light of this subject) who wakes up in the morning and makes a plan to create bombs to kill other humans?

We no longer have to look to Hollywood to watch villains and their actions, we have them right here in our world.

When I sat in front of the tv and saw the people screaming and crying for their loved ones and the white sheets covering many of the dead, my heart bled, and I cried. It was Monday morning; the Monday after Easter. I had a wonderful weekend, as I usually do during Easter week and then to hear and see about the bombing was devastating for me.

I know Sri Lanka is miles away from Lil’ ole Tucson Arizona, but my God, they were part of the human race! The people were worshipping or in their hotel rooms, and their life ended so suddenly and violently!

Today was definitely a Monday for me. I was so upset that I became emotional and broke down. I was a little late for work, but I chatted it up with my principal when I arrived and blamed my weak voice and teary eyes on allergies.

I cannot do anything but to ask why?

The world has been violent since the beginning of time. All problems were solved by killing other people. In fact, four girls were killed by a bomb in their church during the Civil Rights era. I wish I could psycho-analyze these people who strap bombs to their bodies and kill themselves and everyone around them.

There will continue to be evil in this world. Evil exists, just as goodness exists; monstrosities gain more attention than goodness. A few weeks ago, I saw a movie with my church about a true story that brought a Klansman and black activist together. The black activist had much to learn just as the Klansman showed his ignorance. But, it wasn’t until they were forced to understand each other’s ideologies, the barriers became easier to tear down. The setting was in the early 1970s, and there was plenty of unrest with Vietnam War protests and African-Americans still working on becoming equal citizens in the United States. The gist of the movie was that the two opposites learned how to work together to a point where there was a change of hearts. So, it can happen.

If we, as human beings, sit down and accept each other for who we are, the world might be more comfortable to live in. Otherwise, we are going to keep witnessing and experiencing violence.

And in America, we will keep singing that line in the song that glorifies the significance of killing and destroying: a bomb.


Author: L.S. Watson

Hi. My name is L.S. Watson, and I'm an English teacher at a charter high school. I enjoy traveling (my favorite places are Rome and Paris), writing poetry, and watching documentaries. I have a lovable yet stubborn Yorkie-Poo named Chuy.

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