Published in “Eagles of Light” Anthology of Patriotic Verse, 2010
(Brutal murder under the banner of religion, or shifting the blame) Who shouts vile words designed to set in frames and shrink our souls as paper charred in flames? What twisted thought assigns to us disgrace and rants in hate till we cannot save face? A wicked plot performed this horrid deed but points at us and stabs our hearts to bleed. Did we in anger strap the bomb to him and push him forward on an evil whim? Hot lies as fire and rigid judgment fixed burns up all margin for persuasions mixed. Impartial judgment for religion's test is not alive within their narrow breast. Each man will bear the weight of his own cross although sometimes we share his load or loss. In life or death we've set a worthy goal to lift each one who wears a burdened soul.
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