Spies

The life of a spy, private or public, have you thought about, Have you ever About the spies On a mission? It is a romantic idea, a colourful notion to view him With the hat, goggles and a cheroot on The lips, Visiting foreign And trespassing, traversing into the boundaries and barriers, slipping away From their catch and punishment, A citizen With a no-man identity. Spies, spies communistic let loose in the United States of America Of the Soviet Union, Of the U.S.A. In the U.S.S.R. The Cold War times and the Stars War Program period had been The peak period, The flexing of the muscle And military strategy. Spies Chinese and Pakistani, spies Indian crossing over to intentionally And we jailing them, putting into prison The no-men of different nationalities, At least we could have thought across the humanitarian line. The filmy, plastic reel spies getting wounded, falling in love With a foreign national And the girl nurturing him Does not lure me at all. The situation is worse in connection with them in reality, They bearing the brunt of, Tortured and punished in foreign prisons and cells Which we think it not. 70