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29 Jul

Our Dangerous Terrorist

OUR DANGEROUS TERRORIST

Look at him, if you can: our prisoner, our dangerous terrorist.

He sits there on the hot, barren ground,

Hooded, unable to see his world,

Surrounded by barbed wire to keep us safe.

Look at him, our prisoner, our dangerous terrorist.

In his hooded darkness, his hand caresses the flushed forehead of a small child,

His arm embraces this child, holding him close to his chest.

Look at the child’s small bare feet; look at his eyes closed against the glare of his world.

Look at him, our prisoner, our dangerous terrorist.

What words of comfort is he saying to this small child?

What is the child saying to his protector?

Look, his mouth is open. Is he moaning? Is he crying?

Look at him, our prisoner, our dangerous terrorist.

He sits there on the hot, barren ground.

He feels this small child next to him, breathing heavily in the hot sun.

Our terrorist is hooded but he is not blind; he will remember this world.

Look at him, if you can: our prisoner, our dangerous terrorist.

He embraces this small child. Do we?

He protects this small child. Do we?

He loves this small child. Do we?

Who, then, is the terrorist?

Is he? Am I? Are you?

Mary O’Leary-McGlinn

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