So.
They flock from lands afar
Attempting to exert their will on the many
With their double standards and hypocracy.
They call themselves people of the book,
Well I remember the book burners.
When will I call you brother?
Not in my fleeting, precarious lifetime.
Bring me my sturdy, stalwart staff of righteousness
And in the name of blind faith
I shall inflict upon you
A punishment so hideous
My name will be uttered in nervous tones throughout time.
And then, through the carnage,
As the light returns you will see
You achieved nothing.
Hang on,
Whose side am I on again?
Esra Sloblock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/infidels-and-insurgents/
