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Wednesday, September 08, 2004
posted by gbarto
at 5:49 PM:
b-ismi Allahi ar-rahmani ar-rahiimi?Thirsty, the child had stood and he had asked If he might be allowed a glass of water His thirst was slaked not by some cooling liquid But by a bayonet which ended all his want And in the name of Allah it was called good.
See him now, eyes still full of terror His mouth is open, his lips are dry and cracked He lies upon the floor, gazing heavenward But if his eyes still had their sight They would only find the roof of a gymnasium And in the name of Allah it has been called good.
The men gaze down at the lifeless monkey Some call it a child but they are wiser This creature knew not the one true God But now it is sacrificed to the one true God And in the name of Allah it has been called good.
The little girl runs, curls flying behind her Fear moves her left side, hope her right And a hail of bullets drives her down Before she can move from captivity to freedom And in the name of Allah it has been called good.
See her now, eyes still full of terror Her mouth is open, she seems still to be panting She lies upon the ground, her face turned toward the earth But though she clings to the earth The land of the living is falling away from her And in the name of Allah it has been called good.
The men gaze down at the lifeless monkey Some call it a child but they are wiser This creature knew not their one true God But now they have sacrificed her to their one true God And joining her in death in the name of Allah they call it good.
The stockbroker catches fire and is turned to ashes As the plane flies through him and all his fellows A young mother leaps to her death from the tower And another is crushed as the tower itself falls And in the name of Allah it has been called good.
They call their God the Merciful, the Compassionate, They murder mothers, fathers and children in His name, Will they know the wrath of Allah? His justice? or His mercy? For the unholy acts which they still proclaim In the name of God, the Merciful, the Compassionate. Inspired (for better or worse) by Memories of the Night of the Fourth, by Victor Hugo
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