ISIS AT IT AGAIN
In Normandy an 85 year old Catholic priest,
Has his throat slit by Syrians in a church.
The head rolls.
Isis could use it to bowl.
Terrorists make fun of us in our deaths.
They have signed a blank check of punishment.
Death’s ink on our foreheads.
In Brooklyn two teenage girls
In their collective innocence and indifference
Ask me to contribute money to Syrian refugees.
Like I want to move their killings from France
Am I supposed to feel charitable towards killers?
Do I look like Obama trying to kill my countrymen?
You might say Jacques Hamel has lived a long life.
But to be murdered at 84 is a horror
Like what Kurtz saw in the jungle in
The Heart of Darkness.
When you are dead do you still have a name
Or are you an erased memory like the Emails
On Hillary’s server?
ISIS boasted that the killing was theirs.
What happened to the Muslim idea that when
You kill one man you kill the whole world?
How many worlds have the jihadists killed?
The attackers yelled “Allahu Akbar” like it was a prayer.
The Pope has been informed but his scales of justice
Are tipped to the thugs.
He turns the other cheek, not out of kindness,
But to avoid the courage of vengeance.
French President Francois Hollande is on his way
To the scene
Having done nothing in Paris or at Nice
And following weak Obama at Orlando.
Hollande pretends he is a good man.
He wants everyone to earn a communistic good wage.
Faces keep dying around Hollande like fleur de Lis.
So many leaders marching us to our deaths.
Their failures amount to a sad head rolling in a Normand church.