This from the Canadian poet Alden Nowlan’s book Smoked Glass:
THE RULES OF THE GAME
Supposedly spoken not by God but by man,
specficially western man in the last quarter
of the twentieth century.
Thou shalt not throw a Molotov cocktail
into a public house nor shalt thou lie in wait
for thine enemy at a bus stop, lest
thou meet him face to face.
Thou shalt not go forth alone
against thine enemy, nay, nor in pairs;
in small numbers thou shalt not go forth against him.
Thou shalt go forth in armies, thou shalt fly
in an air-conditioned room and thou shalt lay thy finger
on a certain button and thereby slay thousands
and tens of thousands, nay, milions on another continent.
Thou shalt not hold up a train,
instead thou shalt obliterate it, and all
who ride in it, thou shalt shell it from the sea;
nor shalt thou take possession
of a school, instead thou shalt send bombers
to rain fire bombs and jellied gasoline
upon many schools. Thou shalt not be a terrorist,
in other words, thou shalt be a warrior,
for the one is hateful in mine eyes and the other glorious.