“God's grace has Its limits.
Peace be with you, you son
Of a bitch. Only our kind
Will be welcomed to Heaven.”
Thus, good Christians slaughter
Jews, who slaughter Muslims,
Who kill Christians before
Buddhist mobs arrive to hunt
Them down. Peace prevails
Among the ashes afterward.
There's little sound, the wind,
And, somewhere nearby,
Quiet sobs.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-14 at 17:29

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is excellent, and though it is excellent it is blowing in the wind. nothing changes.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes indeedy, Larry. This is all very well put. We like the variations in presentation too, from speech to explanation to description. The quiet sobs at the end are particularly effective; well done :>)