Another bomb, 30 killed, <br />100s injured, it happens almost every day, <br />scarcely makes the headlines, <br />so we shrug and say <br />“how terrible” and go our way. <br />But stop. Think. Imagine it, <br />for it is real — <br />flesh splattered on walls, guts spilling, <br />pavements slippery with gore, <br />stench of blood, still warm, <br />flowing red in gutters, <br />children, limbs torn, heads severed, <br />dead and dying everywhere, <br />screams and groans. That is the reality — <br />lives lost or wrecked, <br />loved ones gone, for ever and ever, <br />unending loss and pain <br />for those who mourn <br />sons, daughters, sisters, <br />husbands, brothers, wives — who cares? <br /> <br />Not those who carried out this sin <br />against humanity, this monstrous <br />obscene act, so far removed <br />from all that’s human, <br />warm and good, <br />from laughter, light and love; <br />they are not human so we cannot know <br />what’s in their minds — <br />it must be hate, for it is not love, <br />and hate it seems whose twisted skeins <br />are wrapped in strands of poisoned ideology <br />for men are most dangerous when <br />obsessed by ideas, simple <br />and extreme. Mix in religion, then <br />you’ll find they’ll kill, and all in the name of God.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-bomb-blast/
