The Snag (Of Extremism) - POEM

It’s kind of funny

And kind of sad

But it’s reached that point,

hasn’t it?

We’ve all been had

It’s come full circle

Ironically, the general shape

of the Earth, the planet,

on which we all stand

Somebody, somewhere,

knew somebody, somewhere

And you’d think

that’s kind of irrelevant

to your life and lot

but guess what, it isn’t

definitely not…

That somebody, out there,

who knew somebody, over there,

called someone a dick

insulted his religion

or he read his religious text

the wrong way, might have

taken it in the wrong context

now they’ve gone and

killed innocent people at an

Eagles Of Death Metal concert

in Paris, France

they’ve gone and

killed innocent people

at the airport, in Brussels,

now here I sit

the southern-most tip

of Africa, yes, Africa

leaps and bounds,

miles and kilometers,

oceans away,

from the shit-storm over there

and they’re saying,

“Don’t go to the malls,

you might get bombed”

during the entire period

known as Ramadan

because hey, there might just be

a few US citizens, on vacation,

that far away from man’s latest

unavoidable shit-storm

if that’s the case,

and it seems like it is,

every single country

that might welcome tourists,

an unheard of thing,

is a target for this lunacy..

That was the sad part

now here’s the funny

if Christians decided

“hey, it’s Christmas,

the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ,

let’s bomb every non-believer

to show our unwavering faith”

it’d be a similar scenario

and, too, a veritable shit-storm

my point is this;

if you want to be a savage

don’t cite religion as your excuse

for worldwide massacres

and suicide bombings

because there’s no-one around

to confirm, or verify,

that your actions are indeed just

we can’t dial God on conference call

and ask him what’s  going on

and neither can we approach

any other deity,

with the same question in mind

it’s just not logically sound

it’s just not going to work

pretend as you might

at best, we have a chance

at finding out the truth,

at the end of our ropes,

the end of our tethers,

yes, when we’re dead

and then there’s still the matter,

once having seen the truth,

of letting those who are alive know,

what is up

there.

and I say,

‘Good luck

getting around that snag’.

© Dean R Boic 2016 (image courtesy of veryfunnypics.com)