‘Jehad! Jehad!’ there was a cry in the skies,
As they fell the tower of might,
Blood gushing from their toes,
Into the head,
Onto their eyes in broad daylight.
Severed, charred,
Blood soaked souls blew up into atoms,
With roasted human flesh,
Burnt with anger and grief,
For a cause one never fathoms.
Regular day. Bright day. Spotless.
Coffee mugs in hand, ‘Another day!’
As the birds approached,
A heart skipped a beat somewhere,
Another hopelessly melted away.
Bodies, desperate and fear struck,
Trembling skin, dying heart,
Jump to kiss mother earth,
Hold me.
Take me away, for life is now a flesh mart.
Holy war.
Against whom? Me? You? God? Earth?
Questions with no answers,
Sure as sunshine, clear as crystal,
The land is wet with the sweat of demons.
The day it rained blood,
Apocalypse again,
The angels of death were set free,
Breathing the stench of human souls,
Smoking out everything holy.
I look into the mirror and see,
A man who saw it all happen,
Death’s ugly naked dance under the sun,
Like versions of the machine change everyday,
I know I will change him too one day. Amen.