TERRORIST

               

Speaking to them, from thin air,

A voice, without a face!

Proved so often, without grace,

Such causes, today, rarely have a place!

In tones as dry,

And as for level as the task,

No one was cheered,

Nor anything discussed.

Tongue-tied on that blankness stood,

An unintelligible, multitude!

A thousand eyes, a thousand faces are in line;

Without expression, waiting for a sign!

And regiment after regiment,

They marched away,

Into the dust;

Holding a delusion-a belief,

Whose logic brought them,

Somewhere else-

To grief!