! ! A Slaughter Of The Innocent Poem by Bob Blackwell
! ! A Slaughter Of The Innocent
Surreptitiously,
they came
ten assassins,
by boat
slipped into
Mumbai.
Hidden,
tools of slaughter;
grenades, bullets,
automatic weapons,
Deceptively,
one by one
by furtive means
they spread
unnoticed
through Mumbai.
Secretly they
gain entry
to places where
foreigners and
other city visitors
congregate.
A railway station,
a Jewish hostel,
a restaurant,
two five star hotels,
other tourist places.
Book rooms, smuggle
hide their weapons in.
Their purpose is
predetermined
by evil persons
still unknown.
Their mission
they believe
was preordained
to be a holy war,
its objective to
slaughter lots
and lots
of infidels.
In places of business,
with many people busy
going, waiting, talking,
shopping, selling, laughing,
innocently enjoying life.
Was where they started
where they began their
reign of holy terror.
Bombs are thrown, grenades explode,
bullets sprayed, flying, hitting,
killing, maiming, slaughtering;
indiscriminately they take life as
coldly they execute, murder;
devoid of feeling they fulfil
their preordained and evil plan.
For two days they dodged, hid,
carried on their killing spree.
Mumbai comes to a standstill,
shocked by the inhumanity of
a cause that slaughters all it sees.
Who, why, what for’s are heard.
Accusations fly around.
Assassins know there is no return,
their mission suicidal, but heaven
promised, paradise a better life.
Surely this was a belief, a cause,
a misguided act of faith, a miasma
so they couldn’t see their wickedness!
They cannot feel, they cannot see,
they cannot hear a pity plea.
Programmed to hate, they couldn’t
stop, their slaughter of the innocent.
Lets now have a meeting a gathering
of all people, all faiths, creeds
casts, colours, nations and religions,
to foster love not hurt, give not take,
between all the peoples of this earth.
Let us all promote a belief, a faith
in the humanity and togetherness of us all.
The Slaughter of the Innocent
must stop now, not carry on and on.
06-12-2008
Dedicated to all my Indian friends
Really enjoyed reading this and I liked deep polictical message behind it.10
It only happens because we look for the differences and (if you just use this site as an example) there are plenty of simularities that we could draw on to bring us together. Perhaps we poets from all the different countries, creeds and ethnic backgrounds could each give one poem each devoted to peace as an anthology. There I go again dreaming.
I saw the entire drama live on TV.....Flesh and blood are gods.....after all. What power! ! What magic! ! What madness! ! What SILENCE....What heaven....What angels....! ! ! What goals! ! Heaven on EARTH! ! . What blindness! ! What intellectualism! ! What justifications! ! Some God evidently wants to RULE us! ! With guns...and we aren't bulletproof...as yet.....in the lottery of flying bullets, your religion doesn't have any guarantee from invincibility...Shanti...Shanti...Shanti.... Cheers. Subroto
A finely detailed portrait of that terrible day Bob. Let us pray that we can all learn to live in peace together. Best wishes, Andrew
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As Karl Marx said Religion is the opium of man. The unscrupulous people can indoctrinate an innocent person to do anything in the name of religion. I read your poem and I relived the horror. Congratulations
i wonder how i never read this before...i sat thro those 3 daysin front of the tv...it was a gruesome self inflicted torture
Excellent Writing Bob! Sadly, there are relatively few humans whom have the spiritual insight and caring of raising human consciousness for Love and Peace. Controversy of flawed religion and inhuman politics provoke mostly all wars. Yes, I wholeheartedly agree, you are quite profound when you express; 'Let us all promote a belief, a faith in the humanity and togetherness of us all.' Amen! Shalom, louie
You have a gentle heart Bob and wrote this so well. I can see from the other comments how you have touched people with your plea. If only the violence would stop. It seems to me that the perpertrators of these crimes are not religious people but people who just enjoy violence, killing and mayhem and use this religious thing as an excuse. There is no excuse, there never will be. Ruthie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 1:09:06 PM # 1.0.0
dear bob, tears roll down my eyes........a true poet can only feel the pain of people from india. thank you......just below twenty people came...they killed and got killed... but they could spoil the business of ten billion.....that was their aim........they did it... but for whom they do all this? for allah?