Firstly apologies to anybody this offends*

Your God(s) more people have died in the names of your
Various Gods and religions than for any other reason
Now surely the great and mighty being Gods various
Have the power to prevent this
My religious friends tell me that this is the various Gods
Testing our resolve to be good

( At this point I usually have a silent laugh)

After all at what point do the Gods decide?

Now my God, nature, well there are no atrocities
You see nature takes only the sick, weak, or dying
And thus the balance is maintained
The strong take only the sick and dying
They don't indiscriminately **** because
The gemsbok doesn't agree with the creed of the lion
The Lion doesn't visit the destruction of genocide
Upon the Impala in the pursuit of total dominance
No the Lion kills only what is needed to ensure
The survival of the species

Thus is the way of nature from the largest to the smallest predator

Humanity in its wisdom says
I have a bigger gun and a more destructive bomb
I'm guided by my God
(In the army I had God, religion and right
Stuffed down my throat)
So God said drop that ICBM and **** who it kills
For it is the weapon of righteousness
For ISIS and their God the weapon is fear
The need of all the so called Gods
Is **** the weak, follow my calling or die
Because I don't need non believers

Well my God is nature
My temple the fields, forests and wide open spaces
And yet some of you will still say I'm wrong

I wander a burnt barren landscape
Beautiful gardens now churned up mud
Ancient, irreplaceable monuments now shattered ruins
Over there a dead woman
Beheaded because she refused to submit
To a way of life devised in hell
People dead lay like scyth cut corn
Laid low by a torrent of religious hatred
Millions flee, homeless, terrified, nowhere to go
And yet among their ranks the enemy lives
Yes, the enemy. Ready to strike, to ****
And all because
We chose to turn our backs on the truth

What Hope Remained?

What hope remained when hope for hope was spent?
        When putrid plumes dulled morning into night
        Hope lived in heart-struck deeds of bold intent,
        As mortals wept and earthborn angels went
        With downcast eyes to clamber heavens height.

What hope remained when hope for hope was spent?
        When panicked sirens wailed a lost lament
        And backs were bowed beneath ungodly weight,
        Hope lived in heart-struck deeds of bold intent
        As boots bore souls up treadmills burnt and bent
        To scale a void devoid of dawning light.

What hope remained when hope for hope was spent?
        For those in sight of angels heaven sent
        Atop the world to aid their mortal plight,
        Hope lived in heart-struck deeds of bold intent.

        When wingless brethren conquered feared ascent
        To gift last hope to all who saw their might:

                What hope remained when hope for hope was spent?
                Hope lived in heart-struck deeds of bold intent.



In The Fall

I chanced upon a stranger in the fall,
Cosmetic garb of office black and white
Portraying calm demeanor of his plight
As shadows panicked on a stricken wall,

And oft' I find my mind in numb recall
To look upon that helpless human kite
Who tumbled from the terrors of a height,
Yet graceful as an eagle in a stall

Before it plummets earthward --   'Neath the pall
Of twisted steel rended by follied flight,
That stranger lives forever in the light
Suspended in iconic timeless sprawl.

        I wonder, in the briefness of his fall,
        Did he derive the meaning of it all?