It Was Monday

It was Monday
When they call her
they scared her
telling her his son and his wife were kidnapped
She didn't wanted to believe
But some voice beg for help
they even know their names
still something smell weird
she wanted to hang up
they say their last warning
"they will kill them"

She nervously called to her son's house
her grandaughter answer and tell her that they weren't home
that only exasperate her more
her grandaughter tried to calm down she was sure that everything was ok
in less than 15 minutes her son was calling her back
there was nothing to worry
they were luck at least this time

But why?
Why did the world is so fuck up?
why?
Why we have to look after our backs?
Why?
What the hell we do to deserve living with the fear?

This is just one story
A happy one if you want to believe
because nothing wrong happened
but what if wasn't like this?
what if everything they said was true?
Is the story of thousands of people around

Why?
Why did the familys must have code names for situations like this?
why?
Why you couldn't trust no one but yourself?
Why?
When did the world became so fuck up?

It Was Monday by Ro Verastegui is licensed under a Creative Commons Reconocimiento-Compartir bajo la misma licencia 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at roverastegui.blogspot.com.