Irish Babies Bombed
by Michael Eckhardt
(This happened a couple of -days before our tragedy,
about 9/8/01, no one died.)
You've
taken up and nurtured so many seeds of hatred
Glaring down, even unto the children.
To strike the face of innocence, how
dare you!
You are crucifying Christ and killing
Krishna, and Buddha.
That child's face may be as close to
God as you ever see.
Traditions and dogma will be changed
eventually.
The truth of God shines clear and truly,
in a child's eyes.
A bomb in the path of children?
When you die your body will curse the
ground!
Death is too easy;
You need to feel the shame you've earned!
I pray God gives you a chance for a
soul
And brings you before those children,
To look into their eyes and ask them
for forgiveness.
Do you think they will understand your
actions?
And let you into Heaven with an eternal
life?
Unfortunately, you probably won't get
that far;
Most likely your bodies already rot
alive, soulless, in the sun.
Rotten meat and hate are like
Piles of shit; they stink like hell,
and
Can even infect and kill your friends
and neighbors.
Death, not just of the body,
Even in the eyes of God,
Now and, forever.
Your freinds and family's soul's gone,
and it would be on your head.
Your best hope is those children.
Stop the hatred and say your sorry,
now!
It will only get harder to forgive
you.
And to their parents as well.
Un-bloody likely.
You've brought to them only death and
hell.
Good fuckin' luck, buddy!
I hope you make it back to God, really;
I want to hear you explain to their
little eyes;
Why you put a bomb on their path to
school.
Ah, what the hell, I'll just make sure
you
Dream their eyes every night and have
to answer
Whether you like it or not,
You probably do any way!
Yea, I think you do, and will...
(This work has been
mellowed and focused, but my anger is clearly
sill ugly-- read the next poem too-- it became an essay
half-way through, convicting myself as well)
The next (about 9/11) was too filled with anger, I
changed it too, and my self...
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