To The Terrorists - Poem by Elena Plotkin
You recruit and train people to kill.
You triumph over ever ounce of blood you spill.
You delight in every country you attack.
You revel in every civilization you ransack.
But your acts speak of only desperation,
Despite all your plans and preparation.
For those who you have perceived as clueless and meek,
Mere lambs for the slaughter, so to speak,
are not really foolish nor are they weak.
They outnumber you a million to one,
And they will rise and will not succumb.
They will find you wherever you hide or run,
They will retrieve everything you thought you won.
They will destroy everything you thought you built.
They will make you regret all the blood you have spilt.
And you will see what power these 'lambs' possess,
When they are put to the test.
(c) 2015 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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