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Details | I do not know? |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013



Details | Rhyme |

True Love Can't Be Made, Bought or Traded

Many call making love, from a physical reaction. As many try to find a loving satisfaction! True love can’t be bought, paid, or traded This is something that shouldn’t be debated! True love is from God, and freely given! His love can change the way you’re livin’! Only God’s love can cleanse the heart from sin! And bring true satisfaction deep within! If it’s “cheap love,” you seek… You can find it! But you’ll end up empty, hurt and blinded! If it’s true love you want. Look no more! Jesus is here... Knocking at your heart’s door! Won’t you let him in? And let his love touch you? He wants to do this. Because he really loves you! He loves you so much, he bled and died! In him, you can be made whole and sanctified! Won’t you accept the love he freely gives? It will bless you each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Sent You My Way

Your smile is beautiful and shines so bright
It can light up the darkest cold winter's night

Your heart is pure as gold like the sun
spending quality time with you has been so much fun

Life is a journey with it's ups and downs
but when I'm around you it's impossible to frown

You bring me up and calm my weary mind
This was something I was unsure I'd ever find

My heart is getting lighter each and everyday
You've helped me to toss my pain and burdens away

Thank you is all there is really left to say
I'm overjoyed God sent you my way!

Copyright © Randy Justus | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

The First Time

The first time you loved a girl, 
her hair was the gold rosary from your Polish grandmother. 
Her blue eyes were reflected in the stained glass windows that judged you for your desires. 
You couldn’t look at her hands. 

They were small, round nails like the preachers hands, 
and every time she touched you, 
you imagined him holding the glass
 of sacramental wine to your lips. 

The first time you loved a girl, 
She sat next to you in church. 
She made you pray for forgiveness for sins you hadn’t committed yet. 

It was her hips that did it, 
straining against the material of her shell pink satin skirt. 
The same color as the lobes of her ears. 

The first time you loved a girl, 
you stopped loving god. 
You loved her laugh instead. 

The first time you loved a girl, 
she might have loved you back
if she had known more than one way to worship. 
But you would never be holy enough to hold her faith.

Copyright © Ellie Rummell | Year Posted 2017






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