Apr 2016
I am female flotsam
Standing still
In the eye of the storm
Seeing signs and warnings
And hearing all the mourning
What will become of
My unborn son?
What will be his fate?
To be filled with spite
And swim in a sea
Of horror and hate,
To become an inhuman bomb
And his reward?
“With one hundred virgins
He will one day wed
In the eternal church”,
Thus say his unholy
Prophets
Sean Hunt
https://vimeo.com/162596231
To be fully appreciated watch the short video
Standing still
In the eye of the storm
Seeing signs and warnings
And hearing all the mourning
What will become of
My unborn son?
What will be his fate?
To be filled with spite
And swim in a sea
Of horror and hate,
To become an inhuman bomb
And his reward?
“With one hundred virgins
He will one day wed
In the eternal church”,
Thus say his unholy
Prophets
Sean Hunt
https://vimeo.com/162596231
To be fully appreciated watch the short video
This poem was inspired as part of a poetry-writing project, by a video which can be seen at: https://vimeo.com/162596231 To be fully appreciated it needs to be seen, I think
