Dark Hours - Poem by victor onyango
Our peace is your displeasure
When we are all smiles
Maybe tears well up your eyes
Not because we are on the offensive
But maybe that is just the way you are.
You rejoice when you make others suffer
Yet you claim that you seek redemption.
It is not in our religions
For the golden rule of love is a basic tenet
That governs our religions.
You inflict fear in people
You bring forth terror so you boldly brand yourself-terrorist
Do you suffer from pyromania?
Do you seek a just society by injustice?
Your lust for innocent blood
Robs the humanity of intelligent brains
Derailing our development
Yet when thousands die in you cold killing spree
You jubilantly celebrate and claim responsibility.
Do you have such a blunt conscience?
Humanity shall never forgive you
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