Blame

A poem about religion.

Is this the will of God?

Is this what you think you must do?

You claim to see the light

You claim to see the truth

You mindless fool

- Bigotted minds marching

Swords in their hands

Swords upon their tongues -

And yet somehow this is the answer 

- The cries of war echo through time

The thumping of footsteps align as one

The throbbing of hatred compound as one

Fury and wrath and screams and pain -

Which in your mind is not insane

- And legions of men and mountains of dead

And thunderous bombs leaving oceans of blood

Besides rocks and rubble, where once stood a home,

Lay bodies of children now lifeless, alone,

Torn out of their beds, torn out of their dreams -

And you don't even realize

- And forced to kneel as their parets were killed

In front of their eyes, no respite from this evil

That envelopes the soul, that poisons the mind,

That makes murder divine and thinking a crime,

Because killing for God is always sublime

For the sword of the Holy follows a righeous line

You claim to be different but you're all the same -

That you are to blame

Reviews

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Wow I must say that I really like this piece. I reminds me of a quote that says "death is the winner of any war. Nothing noble about dying for your country, for ideology, for faith. But for another man, yes."
I too look through the pages of history and wonder about the point of war. When the true meaning of war is simply the lost of lives in vain. Very good work here. You didn't lose me at all throughout the entire poem. keep up the good work. stay inspired.

[Matthew H. Stirling]

Thank you. I'm glad you didn't interpret it as simply a criticism of religion and faith, but rather a criticism of war and the motivations behind war in a more general sense.