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Armies of Mohammed
“It is the sacred duty of all Muslims to kill U.S. citizens,
civilian & military, & their allies.”--Osama Bin Laden.
On a cold crisp morning,
September 11, 2001 three American airliners
were hijacked & like a terrorist trinity, they flew
as unwilling kamikazes,
carrying death mantled in suicide
to thousands of innocents;
toppling the twin towers,
tearing a cheekbone out of the Pentagon,
while in the third plane passengers turned
desperation into bravery,
from victims into victors,
as someone uttered “Let’s roll,”
attacking their abductors with a ferocity
that brought them down to glory
in a quiet farmer’s field in Pennsylvania.
Clearly for thirteen clenched years,
we have slept & lived with unrelenting
Fear, & found ourselves participating in
& supporting the holy War on Terror--in some cases forced
to do so by a handful of overzealous militant Muslim murderers,
whose names have been too often
on our tight lips, too often
smearing our media outlets with horrendous
acts of unspeakable evil;
Hezbollah out of Lebanon,
Al-Gamaat out of Egypt, the
Taliban & Al-Queda out of Afghanistan, & today the meteoric rise of
ISIS-- stronger, wealthier, more powerful, more savage
& ruthless than seemingly any group before them
as they actively slaughter, rape, rob, pillage, murder, & behead
all that stand in their path, waging such a successful
psychological campaign of fear
that armies & militias & freedom fighters
abandon their weapons & allegiances
as they flee before them.
Are we all inhabiting the New Millennium Crusades
predicted by Nostrodamus?
Have we not been lied to, deceived, manipulated
by our trusted leaders, forced to
send our youth to die out there
in a sand dune Hades, in Medieval villages, or a firebombed
city under siege? We hear the mantra in our nightmares,
We do not negotiate with terrorists!
Yet they do not provide us
with protective head & heart gear
as a torrent of bull shit rains down upon us daily;
for Obama put boots on the ground yesterday in Iraq,
in fucking Iraq,
in a non-combat status--
boots that will too soon tread in harm’s way.
I seriously fear that too many of us
will not live long enough
to witness closure on all this hysteria.
We can only hope
that our children will.
Posted over at dVerse Poets MTB
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