A look, a glance...
The chill runs deep.
Al-Qaida man?
Our troubled sleep!
A glance, a stare...
Her child is bleeding.
Half just watch his
Mother's pleading.
A stare, a glint...
The hatred's deep.
Are we safe...Does
Fox have the Sheep?
A glint, a storm...
their hands are red.
Mother just weeps...
her child is dead!
A storm, a scar...
high price to pay.
Our Father weeps
both night and day.
A scar so deep...
we're all maddened.
Uncle's at war with
Ossama Bin Laden
Paige R. Dunn
