Terror
Terror
strikes from the left,
It
slips in from the right.
Terror
shocks us in our sleep,
Not
only in the night.
We
know not the manner of our death.
But
in terror it is not right.
Terror
is a primal fear,
A
dark shadow on the light.
Of
our life and happiness.
A
threat to our greatest might.
We
cannot let terror defeat us.
We
must rise to the fight.
And
fight not with hate and vengeance,
Two
wrongs do not make a right.
When
all ideology is enlightened,
And
hope for all is in sight.
Terror
will vanish from our lives.
And
end the long, terror-filled night.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull
9/16/01