This is my second Islam-related post this week…so I suppose it’s quite clear that my interest in Islam-related topics has been on the rise. I have actually been thinking about suicide bombers a lot lately, particularly, child suicide bombers.
There is nothing scarier than the power that people have when they use fear and religion to subdue others to do the most despicable of acts.
I may not know enough about Islam to decode, unequivocally, what Sharia Law says about dying for Allah but I can say I know this much…
The preacher said, you know you always have the Lord by your side. And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran twenty red-lights in his name.
The Rolling Stones
And lastly, I am brought to dedicate this poem to all those who did not know better, those who were blinded not by a religion which let them down but by radical notions of self-serving interests which were imposed on the powerless under the guise of religion. Initially, this poem was written for young soldiers who were misled by pro-war propaganda but I feel that many suicide bombers are pretty much in a similar position.
These fought in any case
These fought in any case,
and some believing
pro domo, in any case …..
Died some, pro patria,*
walked eye-deep in hell
believing in old men’s lies, then unbelieving
came home, home to a lie,
home to many deceits,
home to old lies and new infamy;
usury age-old and age-thick
and liars in public places.
Daring as never before, wastage as never before.
Young blood and high blood,
fair cheeks, and fine bodies;
fortitude as never before
frankness as never before,
disillusions as never told in the old days,
hysterias, trench confessions,
laughter out of dead bellies.