My son, my son,
the only one that God has blessed me with,
the one I nurtured in my womb,
then nursed and fed, and laughed and played with,
stayed up nights when fever scorched his slender frame,
is with me now no more, being taken from my side
by infidels who shame the name of faith
professing to believe in God; the very one
that I myself have worshipped all my life.
How can that be? My God is merciful, benevolent,
believes in peace, and advocates compassion
towards each and every man and woman and child.
Yet these “believers,” these sanctimonious deceivers,
who invoke the name of God, my God,
before committing wanton acts of butchery
are hailed as saviours of our holy creed,
accorded rank of martyr to The Cause.
Whose cause? Yours? Not mine.
My son, my son, my only one,
who slaved away in honesty, without complaint,
both night and day to earn enough to feed himself,
and me, is gone. Forever.
All that’s left behind of him lies here
in front of me, a dismal, lifeless legacy,
dyed in blood; his woolly hat,
the one I mended time and time and time again,
the rest of him disintegrated by
a man who chanted, “God is great!”
before he blew himself and all around
to kingdom come.
You say these demons are not infidel, but truly
men of faith whom God himself does venerate.
If this be true then I myself would rather burn in
fernal flames of hell for all eternity,
than crave eternal refuge in a paradise
that welcomes Godless creatures such as these.
minos – octomber 2008
2 Comments
October 12, 2008 at 6:21 am
Great expression of the anguish of the “silent majority”.
October 14, 2008 at 5:23 pm
thank you.
our tragedy is that the silent majority is growing in number, but progressively acquiring a terminal cse of laryngitis.