STEALTH

Stealth belongs not
to the terror in the night skies,
but to him in stone-cold cave lies.
Terror is not the fear of sudden death,
but of ideals lost in twisted lies.

To a world clothed in hypocrisy
Truth seems like a man gone wild.

What if we never grew up,
but held to our Innocence?
Alice and Osama looking thru the glass, darkly.