He
stood holding a knife
to
the pilots head
mumbling
Allahu Akbah,
as
the shining flying tube
raped
Tower Two
consummating
1,362 feet
of
steel, glass, concrete
and
heartbeats
into
a marriage of nameless rubble.
And the voice of the coward
cried out from his hiding
place
nearly seven thousand miles
away.
Called it jihad.
Called it justice.
He
set the parcel in an inconspicuous place,
waiting
for the full rush of humanity.
Then
he pressed the trigger
during
rush hour
bringing
destruction
to
the innocent,
and
silently slinked away
wrapping
his hope
in
the belt of explosives
wrapped
around his waist,
mumbling
Allahu Akbah
and
fear filled his eyes
as
the last sound he heard
that
interrupted his martyrs prayer
was
the betraying ring of a phone sounded
just
before his thumb depressed the trigger…
And the voice of the coward
cried out from his hiding
place
only seven miles away.
Called it jihad.
Called it justice.
No
one saw him place
the
bags that killed the train
and
assassinated the buses
and
the stone faced travelers
riding
to work and school and play
like
lambs led to the slaughter.
Perhaps
he watched
mumbling
Allahu Akbah
and
something about paradise
when
the tubes went dark
and
the bus disintegrated
taking
the sons and daughters
of
mothers and fathers
and
the son of Islam
who
carried one more device
than
the ones of which he’d known.
And the voice of the coward
cried out from his hiding
place
nearly seveny miles away.
Called it jihad.
Called it justice.
They
took them from a cell
violently,
in the middle of the night,
held
council
and
condemned them to death
for
the crime of being Christian
in
the wrong place;
at
the wrong time;
of
the wrong faith;
for
believing in a God
of
love
they
hid their faces
turned
on cameras, made a speech
And
they slowly sawed their heads off
with
dull blades
and
cried jihad
Jihad
Alllahu Akbah
Twenty-one
brave men of God
And the voice of the coward
Made a speech in his hiding
place
nearly seven thousand miles
away.
He blamed the Roman
Crusaders
From a thousand years long
past
Climb down from your high
horse
The mighty coward said;
Now go and give them jobs.
Then thanked the praying
Immam
And played a round of Golf.
By
David Roth
© 20th February, 2015
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