11-20-2014, 07:49 AM
(11-20-2014, 12:54 AM)tectak Wrote: A call, a cry, a father’s name; a million heads turn round.
No John, or David, Pete or Mat will bring Mohammed down. o.k, it´s about islam ...
Saints infest the west but east is where the sneaking thief .. no it is about every religion, is it?
steals the sons from precious life;
named in good faith to limit strife, talking about reincarnation beliefs here or the ever-paralyzing paradise hope?
all synonyms for grief.
A century, millennium; time all but bombed by history.
The curse of being son of man eats hearts and souls; a mystery
made secret by your place of birth, unsure of what life means, born into your religion? the best proof that no religion can be right
the young treat death as blessed demise
to trade for early paradise;
and everlasting dreams.
Love when you can for gods are strange, and do not love you back.
Why else do mortals fight their fights, in holy lands, in black Iraq, for money, for resources, for strategic issues? for defense?
in sunlit places, made for peace? They kill us with commands
to maim, to glorify your lord. yes, what is considered gloryfying god does too often maim the idea of him, if that´s the contradiction you wanted to expose you pointed it out most sharply.
Oh how we play on things absurd
right into hell’s hands. what i wonder is if no one ever had invented a god, wouldn´t the history of mankind play into "hell"´s hands in a very similar way
Tectak being politically incorrect. Should I be bothered?
2014 and onwards
Hi Tektak!
this caught me at once for its language and topic. sadly i don´t think i get the whole meaning which is surely not a problem within the poem.
you may excuse me for trying some interpretations, there is no useful critic i could offer, at least at the moment.
greetings,
christine