Terrorism

A deep message in a hard crime

Leaves us wallowing in our fears,

Our terrors.

 

Blood red hands meet the eyes of every

Internet viewing,

Social media user

And a man who has lost his mind

And tries and be heard,

Butchering his own message

With the blood of a patriotic symbol.

 

I’ve heard weak

And soft,

Enfuriating opinions

Diluted with racism and propaganda

By people who need a man to hate

A reason to boil

And bring the bubbles to the ugly surface.

 

I have heard a petty rhyme scheme

Speculating the victim’s death;

Glorifying the institution of murder

Hiding behind the image of crisp uniforms,

Clean-cut faces,

Keeping hardened souls

And corrupt causes.

 

We are at war,

And yet we believe there is no battleground at home?

We are at war.

 

A British soldier stabbed a ten-year-old boy,

While drunk,

Where is the justice in that?

Our soldiers fight for no just cause,

They are only lost, directed by the madness

Of those above

Who play God with others’ lives

And mislead with their rhetoric and guile.

 

People blame religion,

Fighting the building blocks of mosques:

These are the ones that cannot see the truth in the spaces of the politicians’ words

As it trickles through in the tears over those lost and never found.

 

The war on terror

Becomes only as absurd as those who scream at it.

As fear becomes an excuse

Not an explanation for war,

And retaliation.

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