A deep message in a hard crime
Leaves us wallowing in our fears,
Blood red hands meet the eyes of every
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
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,
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,
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,