I haven’t read the Koran So I can’t say if Islam is violent I’ve read the history I’ve come to know the crusades And the passion of Christ So I feel guilty When I am asked To respond to terror And stay quiet At the bearded bombers. My wife is Hindu She is offended At the mention of religions So I choose to be a secularist. I do to church and pray For my beloved ones and myself I don’t say I’m going to church I try to be as vague as I can I say I have to commune With an old friend Or that I have some bread and wine to purchase Then everyone is happy. I envy the bomber his blindness.
This poem is inspired by real and imaginary confrontations. Well, of course, most of them are real.