This is not our war
we do not want their death.
We tried so long to mediate
it just brought terror to our gate
no we never will alleviate
the war inside their head.
“You must make it abate,”
they cry out to the world.
But they have the fate they wanted,
the jihad war they flaunted,
by an ancient sore they’re haunted
and demon’s sleep in their bed,
smelling of the consequence
of the suicidal arrogance
their slings and arrows bred.
This is not our war
and murder is a sin,
the very thought of it within us
angers our God,
so we contemplate
as we sigh and wait,
while they sacrifice the love
and breed the hate.
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Your words here are really true and fulled with the emotion that was the muse of thier creation. I enjoyed readng the poem. thank you for entering it into my contest.
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I nearly skipped by this one because I tend to avoid this subject, but I'm glad I didn't. You have written it very well and I like the expression you put here. The line "and murder is a sin" stuck out to me, for it quite plainly all comes back to this no matter which way you look at it. Well done...alby
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I know some people avoid these subjects because it is unpleasant
so I am pleased you commented. as after all murder Is a sin and they don't even care.
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Oh, ronnica, such sorrowful writing here; the words almost weep on the page for the insanity of it all... we can hear the rationale and still it is unbelievable and defies not only logic, but their own religious precepts... my heart just hurts for all the suffering. You have penned an excellent piece here.
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Thank you hawkslake, for the excellent.
You know I really do believe 'we never will alleviate ' their need for such a war. Only the good Lord has the answer for them.
I appreciate your reading for me,
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