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