As I flee Pakistan for Saudi Arabia and read the paper, my heart fills with lead.
Men so cool and so passionate at once, used people they looked in the eye as human bombs.

My countrymen, hurt, frustrated, want a place to direct our anger:
Retaliation, terrorism, Muslim fundamentalism, radical Islam, rogue states
Fanatics are the enemy!

Terrorism is a method, just like chemical or biological or guerilla warfare.

It is the sting of the scorpion.
It is hoped by its users to be the small axe that cuts the mighty redwood.

My sisters and brothers - you were sleepwalking - now wash your faces in the blood of the innocent and awake!

We all want to vent our anger,
We like it when we can vent our anger and feel we are doing a good deed at the same time
"Beat your child to teach him a lesson" etc, but thusly..

We could live in a dungpile yet treat all our infections with antibiotics
This of course breeds new bacteria strains that are resilient.
Let our best minds have a voice, harness the energy of dismay to drive the cart of progress.

How to clean up the dungpile while preserving civil rights?

We are not fighting Hitler here.

Terrorism is a snake in the nursery.
A nursery where snakes and babies look alike.

This moment is our greatest hour, when we can become a student again,
Observe and comprehend the climate that breeds acts of cold murder.
Rather than burn the nursery down and feed generations of scorpions
On the "collateral damage" despair we leave behind our mad fit of passion.

America belongs to all the world,
every countries' sons and daughters make up the corona of our glory.
Our media treats us like fools, we are ignorant of ourselves,
With no other need than childish revenge, not taking an interest in what is done in our name.

To a man with a hammer everything looks like a nail.
Lets put down the hammer and pick up the pieces of our selfishness
See if we can't fashion a new world, a new body with them
Where all breathe the same air without fences, forces, or excuses.