That motivates you conscience producing semtex bombs that kill,
The innocent and the unarmed shopper passing by
Blasted to oblivion given no choice or reason why.
Why don’t you wear your judges wig with a black
cap on your head
Into the crowded shopping mall pronouncing
men as dead
At least afford to us the chance to see you
face to face
Don’t sneak in as a coward and crawl out in
disgrace.
The children lost their parents, the husband
lost his wife
And you request that we should understand
your troubles and your strife.
And we’re supposed to comprehend your Catholic
god is jealous
And the Protestants for their god are equally
as zealous.
Dear God in Heaven look down on all this madness
This wretched pool of misery, insanity and
sadness.
Shout louder your commandments and bend men
to your will
Make it clear on either side that you said
“Do Not Kill”.
Ron Harding
