Coward By David Roth © 3 April, 2004 In darkness in a hidden room The coward sets about his task A bomb placed in a knapsack And left behind Hidden away in a crowded rail station Triggered by a cell phone By a coward miles away A letter filled with anthrax Sent from an anonymous mail drop Without regard to the innocent lives It touches along the way Cast adrift by a coward Who never sees the faces of his victims A call to holy jihad Sent out to mislead masses Masked by the trumpet of discompassioned faith In the name of God The innocent are slaughtered By a coward hidden in a secret cave Where is honor? It fails in heart of the coward.