This is no fairytale poem this is the reality <br />Of the twenty first century, <br />The era of religious political minds gone mad <br />Preying on the young manipulating robbing their souls <br />As, <br /> Graveyard eyelids close and open over compassionless eyes, <br />The young female drone obsessed with promised martyrdom <br />Moves into the centre of the busy market place. <br />Her young slim body is now swollen to an obese size <br />With the aid of dynamite strapped to her body <br />Hidden under her dark clothing of lies, <br />Make no mistake here moves a killer <br />A mini 911 creature a black plague, <br />A killer of women and children all innocent souls <br />Where the Hell is the route of this insanity <br />Is it the Aztecs digging hearts out for the sun God? <br />The Romans digging roads in other people’s back yards? <br />Gengus Khan preaching his beheading technique? <br /> Each side of the many faces of man <br />Pointing the trigger finger at each other, <br />Each with the mythical coat of divine blessing <br />From their own misconstrued religion. <br />I don’t know the answer but I do know <br />When the young bomber blew herself up <br />In the market with 45 other poor souls <br />I do know the authorities put her head in a bucket.<br /><br />Ken e Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-no-horror-fairy-tale-poem/
