Three Roses At Utoya Island Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Far north, where majestic fjords litter a mountainous land,
From whence had sprung many a Nordic myth,
Three red roses float as cadavers close to Utoya Island,
a stark reminder of a crazed crusader
genuflecting to an ideology gone awry,
who, with one blast, shatters the sanctity
of generations of Oslo's Peace Prizes.
Another bin Laden type the world could do without-
a modern and deadly twist to Cervantes' Don Quixote
with little room left for reason in his overheated,
delusional and xenophobic mind.
For if we come in the name of saviour
must we kill or desicrate?
If we seek to change the world,
then why not peaceably,
Like Martin Luther King, Mandela or the Mahatma?
Three red roses float as cadavers close to Utoya Island,
a reminder to the world of our own
vulnerability!