Ode to the Executioners

Who are you
Artisans of Death —
Hiding fast now
as cowards do so well,
in the unforgiving
shadows
of your terrible, gruesome
reality
finding refuge beneath ground
in the dark entrails
of earth’s cavity —
taking hostage with you
the innocent,
the frail
the elderly —
Who are you
master retailers of
hatred
purveyors of sorrow and
misery —
whose loathsome insigna
this time do you wear —
Who are you,
who now stand REJOICING
at the sight of
our pain,
gleefully
reveling at the sound of our
soul shattering,
unspeakable
numbing
GRIEF

Your HATE of us now
splattered
bright red
spreading as large
scarlet tears
unto the streets of our lives,
in the sanctity of our homes
over sunlit desert sands
which,
just yesterday
welcomed
peace and love,
echoes of music and
youthful, dancing feet …
whose blissful joy and laughter
have now vanished at dawn
when terror fell from the
heavens
sweet, young voices
now forever
gone —
silenced
by hellish
gusts of gun
fire

The Allah you proclaim
AKBAR –
the one you hold
Captive
to your Mephistophelian
dark deeds,
the one behind whom
you hide your
murderous,
bloodied hands
and whose name
you have
Shamed
Abused
Usurped
Soiled
does HE
command you
to rape,
torture,
burn,
terrorize
slaughter ?

Your Allah
my Elohim
our Divine,
silent interlocutor
we MUST believe
is a God of
mercy,
forgiveness,
compassion,
tolerance
and love —
He dwells deep within
each and every
one of us
But YOU,
artisans of Death
have banished Him
from your lives —
by brandishing His name
as a sword above your
heads,
by chanting His name
while killing
maiming
burning
raping –

Behind the walls of blinding rage
you have erected,
in the dark dungeon of
Hate you have fashioned,
in the Hades-like
nebulous void,
where your souls
now reside
no light
no hope
no love
can ever enter
and
there
GOD
SITS –
WEEPING