If you don't want a man unhappy
politically, don't give him two sides
to a question to worry him; give him
one. Better yet, give him none.
Let him forget there is such a thing as war.
Ray Bradbury, in Fahrenheit 451
The Coward in his tower of glass,
who never knows quite what to do,
stares down on marching crowds that pass:
He knows his way of life is through.
Above the angry protest roar,
He feels embattled and alone.
He stands before his mirrored wall
yet finds no face to call his own.
Revolving doors have trapped his feet.
He feels vague conflict in his brain,
He wants to be down on that street,
and shout for Justice in the rain.
(Photograph by Alex in Old New York, in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life)