understand that hate
suffers no true death with time
but lingers in our hearts
war’s
icy breath
chills down
to the soul
we have fallen
beneath
the frozen lake
of war
our clothing
of peace
is soaked
in a child’s blood
now
rigid
against
our flesh
as
hard
as
a devil’s armor
our
eyes for humanity
are frozen in place
by
frigid words
of
fear
and
denial of cruelty
so
we stare ahead
to
a shoreline
of promises
made by
blind men
who
neither
see
nor
feel
the wintry fingers
of
death
for
they warm
themselves
beside
the fire
of greed
all the time
proclaiming
they are
promoting
god’s
creed
but
when
did any god
offer
less
than
what
was
given
embers of misunderstanding
flamed
by moral entrepreneurs’
righteous religious rhetoric
have transubstantiated
watery lies
into
the bloodied flesh
of an innocent
everyman
a repeated scene
where
crowds of people gather
along society’s street
to commune on history’s
stale wafers
of ignorance
ala’s revellers
blinded
by hate and fear
partake in the celebration
with
stone throwing rituals
as old
as man’s incapacity
to show tolerance
for that which
he cannot comprehend
and so
the darkness
remains upon the deep
and
the earth
is without form
rusted words on plaque
commemorating war’s end
color of fresh blood
there will be
no prayers
tonight
for
a dark mass
has covered
all the words
of forgiveness
and
almighty praises
oh
would that i
could read
the words
that should
be heard
in heaven
bringing
forth
a spirit holy
and
so unblemished
as to save
the world
but
there is
a dark mass
covering
all the words
a mass
of congealed
blood
shed not
for the sins
of others
but
as
the sins
of others
what words
are
the pain
for a child’s death
at
the hands
of festering hate
what words
heal
the pain
for a child’s death
at
the hands
of those sworn to serve
what words
are
reasons
for a child’s death
at
the hands
hidden behind law
what words
what
words
there are no martyrs
only dried-up dreams of faith
and fat men laughing
you have
long
been
dead
what god
there was in you
has perished
for
when you
tasted
innocent blood
you became
a soulless
dried weed
caught up
in the fetid winds
of earthly judgement
no god
would speak
to you
you
who prey
upon children
afraid to face
your foe
as a man
rather
you slither
upon the earth
at night
stealing girl children
from their beds
like a pimp
on a city street
you have entered
their lives
and
we pray
that god’s
judgement
will be swift
for you
the faithless
boots
stomp out
the processional
vows
are
exchanged
rings
of fire
surround
fleeing figures
shattered bodies
entwine with earth
consummating
this union
of hate
and
pride
with
blood
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