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Faith & Rockets
The Muslim faces Mecca,
prostrate in prayer,
the GI faces north at Kandahar
prostrate in terror,
both directions promise salvation.
One from sin,
the other from shrapnel.
Who is to say
which way is more pious?
In lands where faith
is measured in "who kills more".
Dogma draped in disciples,
promises bound by blood,
iron versus the Word,
I believe what I can feel.
You believe in a legend,
that has abandoned you,
and leaves you,
grasping at the stars,
who laugh & pity you,
at the same time.
God's will.
Iron will.
Which penetrates flesh
more finely?
more finitely?
Both kill.
prostrate in prayer,
the GI faces north at Kandahar
prostrate in terror,
both directions promise salvation.
One from sin,
the other from shrapnel.
Who is to say
which way is more pious?
In lands where faith
is measured in "who kills more".
Dogma draped in disciples,
promises bound by blood,
iron versus the Word,
I believe what I can feel.
You believe in a legend,
that has abandoned you,
and leaves you,
grasping at the stars,
who laugh & pity you,
at the same time.
God's will.
Iron will.
Which penetrates flesh
more finely?
more finitely?
Both kill.
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