Peace, Brothers and Sisters, Peace
The terrorists attack a place we love
Or wish that we could love, a Paris or
A Boston. Bastards shave their balls and shove
Their blade-like god in us to make the gore
That He desires from kafirs’ guts. We gasp
And wonder at the evil of the world.
We almost never think or tend to grasp
That on that same day decency unfurled
Inside ten thousand towns and cities made
Of decent people. People kiss. They pray
To decent gods. A hundred nations sprayed
A busy calm around. They didn’t spray
The others with hot bombs or chlorine gas.
No hate-filled Armageddon came to pass.