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Lento Maez


A Thought On Terror


An abstraction to say the least
Terror or fear, but of what!
The unknown? Not really,
Rather what the psyche knows
And will not release; except
Maybe in the form of adrenalin
That causes the body to react.
But what part of the brain
Does not fully assimilate?
Just the muscles tightening
And the stomach churning chyme.
An impulse that says run,
But where and much more
Why? And the terrorist
Rears his undulating head.
And terror belongs because
It is unknown to what end.
And the process begins again.
We do not learn.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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