Eye of Newt

Terrorism conjures fear Like witches stir a brew. Both have dire circumstances When the day is through. Bombs that blow and planes that crash From devious devices Are the modern eyes of newt, Which crones toss in as spices. Panic percolates and boils And fills our souls with dread. Beefing up defenses Makes us paranoid instead. Terrorists plant seeds of doubt Which worm inside the core. Like a sip of poison, There’s no need to do much more. For when that fear’s inside us, He who conjured it must grin And cackle like the hag who knows Her potion’s lodged within.