Misguided Flight Path

Imagine, if you can, Looking up from your desk, Coffee cup still half full, To see a beast roaring your way Full of fire, hate and death, All in the name of a God So callous to life, He loves to see such strife What will be my last thought, It's comin' up real quick, No more to see my loved ones, For some so very sick, Who shall be the martyr? Who is truely smarter, If this should indeed be your God's wish, What evil berthed him, Who was his mother who had to push, To bring forth hurt and pain, Thousands of puddles of tears, Thousands of new grown fears. Many years till the dust might settle, And replace our flagging mettle, May God forgive us for what we must now do, Kill the many to catch the few.