(It’s been a little while since I’ve published a poem on here, but this one was finished not two minutes ago.
It took me around half an hour to write and I try to keep editing to a minimum to maintain the raw power that is often overlooked when conveying thoughts in this manner.
It’s largely a commentary on the Woolwich Soldier murder and the general response to it.
Enjoy, and please do share.)
There’s got to be some irony
Choosing the loosing of a life
To protest, with unrest
For a religion to be needlessly oppressed.
Or cast out from our country
By the cunts without humbly
Sharing their evidence with the rest of us.
When is murder just? Or fair?
And when did it ever solve any state of affairs?
The hate that should be rare
Is rampant and dampens the nature
Of humanity, inclusivity and the failure of conductivity between us.
A soldier was killed, it’s a sad thing
And the knife-wielding mad things,
Who ran him down, and broke him
Who revoked his last flicker
Of life, with a knife, and the disregard
For human life
Are given the rights
To fight their cause for a fight they caused.
But an eye-for-eye, so they say
Makes the world blind
And then we’d never find sanity
Or clarity in a world of blanket disparity.
And it’s sad really,
That they claimed Jihad
And the illusion
That they speak for an entire religion.
It’s a tiring vision
Of a future nobody else envisions.
Would you trust the ramblings of an evangelist
Preaching the streets,
Reaching for deceits
Extracted from a doctrine of peace?
Would you go to church after listening
To their far reaching cries
And a disregard for the messages that lie behind?
But an extremist
Whose words go unheard
Decides to kill to reach the world
And for the words of a few
You’d extradite minorities?
And go to war, without regard
For the sanctity of life and freedom
And no evidence of any treason
From anywhere… ever?
It’s silly to mock and protest
Outside mosques with the rest
Of the ill-witted bigots
Who big up their idiot ideals
Forgetting that real peace
Comes with tolerance.
Last time people decided
With political backing
That packing up a minority
For no reason
For being different in what they believe in
Ended in 6 million graves
And that went well, didn’t it?