After The Death Of The Innocent
My neutrality is ripped to shreds, consumed in a fury of disgust
The calmness of my position is shattered into a million shards
Each shard heading towards the vileness of the killers in black.
I want, no demand action to eradicate this evil from the world.
But then in my rush for vengeance and the sense of doing, a discloser.
They have won, they have achieved their objective, they are happy.
If we refuse to buy into their hate and brutality, measure our response,
If through determination we refuse to play by their rules of obscenity
Refuse to lower ourselves into the medieval mode of Jihad and crusade,
We win, we kill the oxygen of division and hatred they require, to be.
I refuse to hate, but I do feel pity on such darkened soulless people,
For to live in their darkness of hate filled killing is a mire of despondency
A light-less inhabitance that is to be rejected, rather seek the cult of mercy.
A more painful journey is the one travelled of grace and forgiveness.
But its rewards are light and love and a world of peace, for all.
(c) J Tipp 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem