A New Religion Terrorism Poem by shimon weinroth
A New Religion Terrorism
Bottled up and boxed in
Again and again
They try to get out
Banging fists on the walls
Shouting till they are hoarse
beating and kicking
The unmovable borders
Till they are senseless
Tempers so frantic
Full of hatred
In such a state
Humane and humanity
Have lost all its pity
Why do we ask them
To consider
Our side
They are the monster
That grew out of dispair
Samson in agony
One last act
Calls out for revenge
Now they have made
A religion
Of such heroism
An intriguing write; one can't judge God by the people found in church.
If it were heroism Simon. I like this, perhaps because I appreciate the sentiment with the narrative. I think you should take the word 'terrorism' out of the title, it's a little clicheish. People will get it. A good flowing peace with a control of emotion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 9:06:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This new Religion has changed our lives and the world for ever. We have a new and most dangerous world. Woderfully writtten. Animated activism.10/10