Sonnet:
War, in the House of Islam
Whose heart
is led to war, and whose mind
With
globalism on its edge to be?
Let
him look of Islam and the sea,
As
Arab, Person, Muslim rides the wind;
Yet
higher must his heart, mind soar to find
What
sign, what mark, of peace God has decreed?
For
his mind is deep in night’s euphony,
As
heaven denies her, and men are blind.
They
seek the pathway, where the eagle flies,
As
death howls across her hilted steel skies
Smiling
on murderess creeds, their feet have trod,
Where
buried bones, hilted steel, and death shine:
And
fates of many souls, left without God!
Whom,
swing down the abyss, onto Satan?
No: 4474 (7-18-2014)
