I was inspired to write this poem after watching a TV documentary "la guerra Santa" on the History Channel last night.
Holy War
There is no
such thing as a Holy war
For no war
is ever Holy, nor
Can men,
who are more
Than mad
machines, ever kill
Or commit
indiscriminate mass murder
Then
rejoice and shriek, “God is Great!”
That is the
ultimate blasphemy,
The
ultimate heresy,
The
ultimate apostasy.
Such
creatures are the true kafir,
Light-years
away from Seeing,
Light-years
away from Being.
Who can
cure
Their
psychological blindness and paralysis?
Whatever
you conceive God to be
God can
only ever be Great
When “men”
struggle with their capacity
For hatred,
hostility and contempt.
God can
only ever be Great
When “men”
struggle with their tendency
To judge
while justifying
Their own
words and deeds.
God can
only ever be Great
When “men”
struggle with their capacity
For vanity
and misplaced self-confidence.
God can
only ever be Great
When “men”
struggle with their tendency
To be
impatient, self absorbed and intolerant.
God can
only ever be Great
When “men”
question their certainties,
Stripped of
objectivity, those certainties
Which all
that is false in them
Holds dear.
Those two
words: Holy War
Were never
intended for the ears and minds
Of mad
machines and literalist brutes.
Perhaps we
should change our language:
The Inner
Struggle is a term that suits.
© Geoff
Davis
