Frank F. Atanacio Poet Dramatic Verse

Fame Or Shame

The Hijacker emerged
onto the cock pit,
his face was dark and dangerous,
his eyes
were bulging under religious lies,
looking angry enough to strangle
with the first person who wanted to tangle,
he spat out curse words,
in another language
that would have burned even God’s ears,
voice hoarse,
but the danger nears,
he’s doing it for his God under cloak,
the plane fills with smoke,
and everyone chokes,
he muttered God’s name,
no other explanation.
Fame or shame,
and God’s name in vain.

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James Marshall Goff June 12, 2009 at 3:14 PM a ripping good poem, Frank, how ya doin? Jim

Carolyn Devonshire February 13, 2009 at 12:48 PM Frank, this is so powerful and timely as well. I cannot understand hijackers or terrorists; their motives elude me. Thanks for your comments on "Too Fast for Me." I wish my sister had let me read it at my father's funeral. I like the way you think, and the way you FEEL.

Kristin Reynolds February 13, 2009 at 2:27 AM That is no place for God. I know. So many misguided souls (do they even have souls left???) terrible, great poem, love, Kristin

Christopher Higgins February 12, 2009 at 6:22 AM Frank..only you my brother would find humor..actually I thought it was afun write but others may differ.

Michael Degenhardt February 12, 2009 at 5:48 AM In vain, indeed! For what purpose? You give life to characters such as these in your writing. Verfy well done. Michael

Christopher Higgins February 11, 2009 at 4:59 PM Frank you are at it again brother..who left the door open ..LOL..love these characters of that you paint..another interesting write friend..I am so glad to have your work on my radar. Godd write brother.