Atrocities Absurd

“Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.”


”I am confused, I must think” is what I must say

But nothing seems to make you go away

Your trouble my thoughts whenever I think

I feel as though I am right on the brink


It seems as though you are right when you say

That it is the only true light of the day

And so confused I follow you to the end

Where nothing short of death will you send


I stumble and mumble while trying to decide

But from you there is no place I can hide

It is so difficult to pick and to choose

You say that it is the only way I don’t lose


And yet on a trigger of an incendiary bomb

I think of lost friends and my ancient mom

Those who I’ve alienated to listen to you

Insisting on this thing I must do


But as I step into the ring of death and destruction

I suddenly don’t believe your instruction

I pull back and consider your ideal

And decide that it is wholly unreal


That to kill another can ever be good

No real religion preaches what it never should

There is nothing sacred to causing life lost

There is nothing higher, no larger a cost


I must abhor your fundamental scheme

That maintains that death is a religious dream

That you had convinced me with your holy talk

Intending to cloud my life as I walk


Somehow you think that sin is better when done

Murdering many is better than murdering one

But murder is death that we can’t reconcile

It can never be justified or happily reviled


Your religion is a farce and an unholy whore

It should be wiped from this world and what’s more

Any adherents must get their heads clear

Once again it must be death that they fear


Death at any scale can’t be justified by a hereafter

Your intended atrocities are but insane laughter

At once absurd and fearfully heard

The insanity of listening to some prophet’s word


It is only religions that have this absurd intent

Where life is better wherever you are sent

That this end justifies the murder inherent

Following supposed gods must have this latent


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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