What in God's NameA Poem by bigfootprintWatching the tragic 9/11 attacks unfold(Written on the fateful day of 9/11 when terrorism showed its ugly face) Someone in a far off Arab land Has named himself Sword of Revenge And has subverted the aim of nations -- His and ours -- cheering the sorrow. Our own bright world of freedom reels As evil, cowardly acts impinge On an unprepared people, leaving Uncounted throngs with no tomorrow. So much pain swirls in the wake Of the hundreds fallen to such evil, Put down by a pathetic horde Who holds infamy the ticket to paradise. Some say the same God hovers over all Whose actions His laws compel; But my God would not lead me to inflict Such devastation, hurt and lies. Like lambs, the innocents get swept up In a vortex of destruction and hate. Since the dawn of time, mankind has Killed and maimed and has enslaved. The American people will forever feel The sufferings brought to bear this date As the Evil One uses the guise of religion To control men's minds -- depraved. In our own lives we needle and dicker And infringe on the good nature Of those we deal with each day. I often long for goodness to hold sway. It is only by placing ourselves second That we gain respect and stature As we make our mark for posterity And teach our young how to pray. I wonder what images the hideous perpetrators Will paint to their children of this deed To bring a nation to its knees With such inhuman cruelty. How will they Justify the sense of loss and heartache -- For foe or friend -- as countries strike back And rain down justice, each and severally? Will they say they are the "good guys" Who struck at the ultimate bad thing, The epitome of all that is wrong in the world? With a child upon a knee, will they say Ends will justify the means as did Marxism Or some cruel king? I fear our response Will be as lethal as the terrorists -- By edict and decree -- for, alas, the cost Of America's unity may be the very rules That make us a clarion call for freedom. Will our leaders order martial law And take our guns away? Will we depart As a nation from Jeffersonian focus On inalienable rights that lift you and me? A nation of laws must be preserved, Or otherwise I may decline to take part. And like me, will others say nay? Might that will begin to rip At the foundation of this great nation -- This beacon in a darkened world Marching toward its doom? With that light quenched, the murky night Might let run amok the conflagration, The ruination, the End Times written of By Nostradamus from his little room. Whatever comes next, things will get Much worse before we see improvement. Events could bring the final resolution Of centuries of strife in the Middle East. A time of agony will come. Tell your sons They may have to die. Prepare to lament. Hug your daughters and say you hope Their babies may see a brighter day, at least. We trust our God that ultimately good Will prevail. We know that our own place In history is secure. Yet no nation On Earth has ever achieved unlimited glory. The good things that have evolved across This planet no tyrant would embrace. If the Evil One triumph, then only another Son of God could finalize such a story. Yet one Son of God is enough. We know He may return soon, with heavenly hosts As promised, to put down the Evil One For all time. But in our hour of torment, It is up to us to console the kin, Heal the injured, aid the orphans, Make the most of these sad times. But most of all we must pray That our leaders be heaven-sent. © 2018 bigfootprintAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on September 11, 2018 Last Updated on September 11, 2018 Tags: Tribute, Tragedy, Inhumanity, Bigotry AuthorbigfootprintBossier City, LAAboutHi I'm Doug Fowler, age 77, proud American. Perpetual student, newspaper copy editor (retired), poet, novelist, painter, Christian minister, USAF veteran, and pool player. I live alone and like it (bu.. more..Writing
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