Come out into the open to contend your affairs;
If you’ve a grievance relieve yourself
Of it, don’t spit from a distance.
Don’t hide in the shadows,
Behind incomprehensible agendas
Or beneath the homespun skirts of virtue
You use to justify your actions;
Scuttling in tunnels between buildings,
Covering women in belts,
Popping up to launch rockets from schools
Or tend to engines.
Or are those who exist to worship you
Not cohesive enough to muster their arms
For the field; are their marbles not battle hardened
Enough to offer much in the way of discipline
Or are your coat tails too tattered to
Carry them to war.