Terror In Belgium Poem by Barry Middleton

More innocent families are grieving.
Poetry cannot capture the horror:
children, old women, young lovers,
all dead on a bloody altar of hatred.

No God smiles down at the carnage.
No injustice justifies random murder.
The terrorists do not seem to know,
nothing is gained but Satan's ritual.

The demon is the evil heart of men
who lust for power's cruel dominion.
And death will curse their vile blood
to satisfy the God that they betrayed.

The poet does not see the light above.
Blood leads to blood and hate to hate.
The ghost of endless godless terrorism
curls in sulfurous smoke and darkness.