Fear is the passenger in my front seat
Fear taps my shoulder
in the bathroom, at my desk
Fear goes to bed with me at night
Fear is a jet overhead
after two days of grounded quiet
just gulls and jays
Fear (and I know this is wrong)
is the Moslem woman swathed in her black bur’qa
her eyes barely detectable
What’s that bulge beneath her cloak?
Fear is the blank check we’ve given Bush
to destroy this implacable, invisible foe,
dispersed in so many lands,
who wants
not our land or our treasure,
just our lives,
Our deaths, I fear,
are their ticket
to instant paradise.
Remember who holds the trigger, but first….
Welcome to Fortress America
where Fear Reigns.
………CJLanger…….9/16/01 (after the WTC collapse)