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Another overwhelming day passed in the pastures of plenty

The scene was tired and did not warrant a space on the news

Just one more place with no conscience for mind numbed souls

It was bitterly chilly and bones stuck out on frozen bloodstreams

Sore thumbs hurt from pulling blighted triggers for icy salvation

Sanguine convictions floated on ichor and the gods were pleased


Fatima’s house now bereft of ‘infidel’ prayers was not easy to see

Its ruins blended perfectly into an infernal landscape of conquest

Like an icon of madness only the doorframe stood gruesomely tall

Tempting as it was the gateway to heaven refused meek entrance

For forsaken survivors who had fallen on insanity’s greedy onslaught

A child’s doll felt the pain of limbo with an eye missing for an eye


A dismembered mosque lay in prostrate incineration ready for burial

Its intricate stones would come in handy for grave stones and tombs

Everything has its purpose even when reason and feelings have died

The muezzin’s last farewell to scorched arms depicted in charred coal

A final solution encrypted in banality of evil and trivial calls for justice

The winner takes it all and the home front of terror spewed fury and hell


Thousand fewer mouths to feed must surely be a passionate blessing

Relief organizations had not been able to quell misery and starvation

Their trucks would not find a path through devastation and rubble

Victorious armies assembled their weapons and went home for respite

Foot soldiers in trenches and tents as the officers went to their wives

Made love to their women and caressed perfectly groomed deportment


‘Darling I love you and it has been a splendid day for righteous triumph

Are the children in bed yet and have you read them a tale from the Bible?’

‘No worries they took solace in the lullaby and slumber in effervescent dreams

Hailed to the good Lord and their father who made sure that they rest in Peace

Jordan still wants to be a shunter where the tracks point to chambers of mercy

And Abigail promised to be a good girl to eat her greens and make you so proud'


03rd March 2020
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