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The kidnappers sat
In the lap of their own revenge
And awoke each day
With their fists
Facing the phone
Demanding the ransom
The child had never received
They stayed hatefully potent
Till the other side banged
The phone down
With resigned despair
Then the kidnappers choked
Their child
The hostage of their hate
And for days felt ragefully
Till they eyed upon another

Irwin R. Shaw - August 4th 1983