Ideology and Conflict: Voices Under Fire
Ideology and Conflict: Voices Under Fire Limericks A fellow, quite staunch extreme right, Called thinking a terrible blight. With a furious frown, He'd shout the world down, "No thought! Just my furious might!" A leader, quite grand, in his seat, Said, "Naxals of thought, we must meet! Like the armed ones of old, Their influence bold, Must be finished, completely, discreet!"