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Wondering about Wandering It is perplexity this time in anxiety of thought management Angry to points that align along another religion's brandishment. The Crusaders, thus spun to pillage, rape and burn without, Within, tearing feet to turn to glorify a God in abstentia. Their work today rises the ashes shed at the feet of the godless it disguises. Not acquitting the mask is no different With nothing behind to give vent the anger of difference. Those of the Red Cross and retinue combined were no less course for the intent they sublimed. While, least we forget their promise in heaven No less a feast for madness of so many virgins. In that all who suppose such reward aloft Continues a redundance the wise would view no loss. |
Additional Notes:
The havoc of the lines is contrived to reflect the bewilderment over religion perverted to uses
of military conquest by false prophets. Better verse just seemed out of place.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2007-12-24 21:42:34
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James,
I really like this, the havoc-confusion-bewilderment are well served in this write as also the feeling of disbelief; how people can become so robotic and so far off track....incredulous I guess, leaves me to wonder. I believe you've nailed it in "it disguises different, combined, they sublimed in heaven,many virgins aloft would view no loss" so speaks of how errant a thought can become and further so when put to deed. What comes next? I await your sequel...
Best,
Lora