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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Terrorist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lived in a block of service flats<br>Right next to a power grid, <br>The endless hum made my mind go numb<br>And infected all I did.<br>I couldn't sleep as the hum grew loud<br>At night, in the wind and rain, <br>Even the walls vibrated, and<br>They rattled the window-panes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pulled the pillow up over my head, <br>I tried sleeping upside down, <br>I rammed thick towels under the doors<br>Lay wide awake, and frowned.<br>I tried complaints to the Power Co.<br>Who laughed, and said, 'We'll see...<br>If anyone else complains, we might<br>Build a whole new facility! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He grinned, and I took a poke at him<br>Right over the counter top, <br>They called the guard and he tossed me out, <br>And threatened to call a cop.<br>My life was falling apart by then<br>I staggered back to my pad, <br>I hadn't slept for a month or so, <br>I thought I was going mad! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd just got back to the balcony<br>When I stopped myself, mid-stride, <br>For out from the next door flat, a man<br>Peered out, then went inside, <br>He slammed the door in a hurry then<br>As soon as he saw me there, <br>I heard him whisper as I walked by<br>In Arabic - I declare! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A swarthy man with a big black beard, <br>Dressed in a chequered shirt, <br>There'd never been anyone living there, <br>I knew that for a cert, <br>I wondered if he was squatting there, <br>Remembered to lock my door, <br>I didn't want midnight visitors calling<br>Waiting for me to snore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late that night I heard his footsteps<br>Out on the balcony, <br>I peered on out through the blinds, and saw<br>He stood with his back to me, <br>But in his hands was a strange device, <br>With wires and a dial, I swear, <br>A bomb, I thought, and began to tremble<br>'What if he puts it there? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grid was next to the balcony<br>Supplied this side of town, <br>The power to the local Army Base<br>Would go, if the grid went down, <br>As in a flash, I realised<br>The man was a terrorist, <br>'You never can trust a man with a beard'<br>I'd read in the yellow press.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For days I saw him come and go, <br>My eyes hung out of my head, <br>I wasn't thinking too straight, or I<br>Would have phoned the police, instead.<br>But I thought I could catch him unawares, <br>And maybe, get a reward, <br>I'd be in the papers - 'There's the Man -<br>Put a Terrorist to the Sword! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I crept about, disguised myself, <br>Peered in through his window there, <br>Three men were sat at the table, <br>They were all dark skinned, not fair, <br>They each had a big black bushy beard<br>And the table was covered in tools, <br>Some copper wire and a big black box -<br>'They think that we're bloody fools! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They think that we're bloody fools, ' I said, <br>As I turned to walk away, <br>I hid at the end of the balcony<br>'Til the sun went down that day, <br>They came on out, just after dark, <br>Leant over and touched the grid, <br>Fitted some wire and a big black box<br>Then went somewhere, and hid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I waited 'til all was quiet there, <br>Then ripped off their copper wires, <br>Picked up their big black box and smashed it, <br>Down on the concrete tiles, <br>It was then that I heard an alarm go off<br>And lights were flashing blue, <br>An army of cops said - 'Down on your knees! <br>That's right; we're talking to you! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They drove me down to the station then, <br>And took my fingerprints, <br>They wouldn't tell me the charges, just<br>Stood round me, dropping hints, <br>'You're going down for a long, long time, <br>We've had you on our list, <br>You're a trouble-maker, born and bred, <br>A typical terrorist! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I caught a glimpse of myself just then<br>In a mirror on the wall, <br>I hadn't shaved for a month or so, <br>So bearded, gaunt and tall, <br>I wore my dirty chequered shirt, <br>I think that did me down, <br>They thought that I was the culprit<br>Not the saviour of the town! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The three guys were technicians, so<br>They said, when they'd simmered down, <br>Indian Techs who worked for them, <br>The Power Co. in town, <br>They'd had a complaint about the grid<br>And had come to check the hum, <br>They'd brought some special meter box -<br>I felt myself go numb! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I copped six hundred hours in court, <br>And a fifteen thousand fine, <br>That box was worth a million quid<br>They told me at the time, <br>I wear a beard and sunnies now<br>So nobody sees my face, <br>I live in a new apartment and<br>I've given up complaints! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">15 January 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Right next to a power grid, 
The endless hum made my mind go numb
And infected all I did.
I couldn't sleep as the hum grew loud
At night, in the wind and rain, 
Even the walls vibrated, and
They rattled the wind..."></div>
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