We found his lifeless body tucked peacefully into his sleeping bag in the wooded section of the park he called home. A few hours before, ‘The Prophet’ had marched proudly up and down the sidewalk, his small brown body clothed in traditional Ethiopian robes too warm for our humid DC summers. He warned of the dangers from Russia and Syria, Biblical retribution, and the end of the world. Now his world had ended.
The sudden supernova of light and the screaming air raid sirens stunned us. From the culvert, we could see Capitol Hill was burning. Perhaps our world was next.