The idea was to kill the Idea. Rid it from the face of the earth. Uproot it from the mind of my enemy. Try as I might my screams didnt evcuate the idea. His death was a sure way to erase it. Then it became clear his children would remember. Ridding the world of the idea required their elimination. Unswerving from my commitment I performed the task. There were those who observed the deed. Having in their heads The idea for which I killed. Their scarafice was the only choice. Resolute in the need of my mission, I heaved a sigh. Undaunted by the horror I set for home. The faces of my children were a glorious pleasure. Holding them close and loving them dear. They looked at my blood smeared face and hands. Rising in their eyes were questions. Unbeliving their Father could take a life. They asked "Father why did you kill the nieghbors?". How can I tell them why I killed,"I have no idea"?