Insecure, and though alert, alarmed,
the infidels no longer can ignore
the war cries of believers who have harmed
the fabric of society. At war
with all who don’t believe in Allah, they
attack the infidels who ride a bus,
and though they have the time five times a day
to pray, they say there's nothing to discuss,
because their war is really not about
ideas, oppression, economics, race:
it is an intifada against doubt
which, though unwilling, infidels now face.
Yes. It is a war, a so-called holy war, not unlike the crusades in times past. I liked your sensible take on it, not at all like what I have written. I tend to 'lost it' when I get into the whole thing. Good. Very good wordage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An intriguing poem; I like the point you're making, but it doesn't demonstrate love or forgiveness to those that hurt Jews. In a war, one can't be neutral and expect change without heartfelt involvement or action.