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Terrorism, a vile affront to all men's God
Blasphemous in the face of God
A vile act embodied foolishly
Enacted absurdly
Is cowardice personified
From a heart where love has died.
Terrorism, actions boiled in vitriolic hate
Where vestiges of fanatic sanctity berate
Despoiling all humanity
Bitterly scathing insanity
Bearing caustic breath
Carrying the stench of death.
Terrorism, a crime against all humanity
Lies in stark contrast opposition to God's sanctity
Heinously senseless
Hostilities utterly defenseless
Cankerous disease carcinogenesis
The very precept of peace antithesis.
Terrorism, no answer to realistic aim,
In it perceived wrongs abominate blame
Deceived innately by incarnate evil
Manifest to good men unbelievable
Wields unmitigated wrong
In desecrated harmony this discordant song.
Terrorism, a principle mindlessly cultured
Learned in innocence misguided
Cruel terror striking all civility defiled
Terrorism, an antagonistic contradiction
Breeds in its detestation
Blinding fear to mankind's soul devastation.
Yet arrogant terrorists gloat impenitent
Of injustice against man and God unrepentant
Reveling in bliss totally ignorant
Celebrating, smiling
In atrocious self satisfaction
Maliciously pleasured by aberration.
Terrorism, spiteful deeds psychologically flawed
From souls eternally damned.
Malevolently by grim evil influenced
A fanatic blow struck against all decency
Cutting with a vicious sword of sins infamy
This sacrilege to morality.
More evidence of man's inhumanity to man! |
By
Gary Jacobson
Copyright 2001
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September 11, 2010 |
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About
Author...
In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co
2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in Vietnam as a combat infantryman and is the recipient of the Purple
Heart.
Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he
hopes are never forgotten, perhaps compelled by
a Vietnamese legend that says, "All poets are
full of silver threads that rise inside them as
the moon grows large." So Gary says he
writes because "It is that these silver
threads are words poking at me � I must let them
out. I must! I write for my brothers who cannot
bear to talk of what they've seen and to educate
those who haven't the foggiest idea about the
effect that the horrors of war have on
boys-next-door."
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