Suicide bomber, how do I love thee?

This poem has been difficult to write, choosing the right words not at all easy, and I had feedback from various people before settling on the final version. What else can be said?

It has just been published on the webzine, I Am Not a Silent Poet

(https://iamnotasilentpoet.wordpress.com/)

Suicide bomber, how do I love thee?

Suicide bomber, who cannot be loved,
Kalashnikov brandishing terrorist,
how did it come to this unholy state?
What poison suckled in your mother’s milk,
passed on in your father’s sperm or spittle,
what lack of gently lilting lullaby
would bring you to swing your sword and behead
a man of charity or journalist?
What want of purpose or identity,
what dread infection breeding in your creed
could make you call the innocent guilty,
execute your brutal, wanton sentence
on the uncomprehending evening streets,
the crowded café, market, concert hall?

Not only hideous die-hard anger
of your contorted ideology
drip, drip, dripped into the harsh terrain
of the uncompromising heart and mind;
not only the churning, callous ferment
of alienation’s cancerous growth,
the resentment festering in your guts,
but some measure of each of these, then more.
How did it come to this unholy state
that some god or prophet could call ‘divine’
the grim wreaking of havoc and of pain,
the merciless snatching of cherished life?
The love you cannot know you sacrifice
and fool yourself with presumed Paradise.
© David Urwin 2015

 

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About jadedmountain

I am a poet, living a rural life in south-west Wales. The purpose of this blog is to publicise my poetry.
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5 Responses to Suicide bomber, how do I love thee?

  1. Anne Marie Butler says:

    heart-felt double sonnet with an essential question repeated –
    ‘how did it come to this unholy state? ‘
    you appeal to the terrorist , especially in the final couplet , referring to his/her mistaken martyrdom ,a misconstrued ideology.
    needed to be published with ‘you ain’t no muslim bruv ‘ currently in focus here.

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  2. franca says:

    Have just read it but don’t really know what to say about this poem. Also need to translate some words that I do not know. Maybe it’s not worth to write a poem about a suicide bomber, or maybe it is… I let you with the question.

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  3. I felt the emotion of the questions you ask via this poem – the ones that will never be answered which thusly give us no solace. Anyone who’s experienced such an act can connect with this.

    Thanks for writing.

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    • Thank you for your interest in this. It seems you have reflected in your own blog the difficulty of understanding the power,and problems of dealing with, deadly ideas, which was interesting to me, who is someone who would call himself an ‘agnostic pacifist’, maybe. All kinds of killing/war seem crazy to me, but it is how humanity attempts (unsuccessfully, or at least at great cost in innocent lives) to sort out problems of resources, religious disagreement etc.
      There are simply no answers, only questions, it seems. Did you see my poem, ‘In the Name of the Father’, also on my blog?

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      • I have not seen it, but I will look for it now.

        And you are correct – There really are no answers. I find now a days discourse can solve a lot of issues. But we humans… to use a line from my favorite lyricist, “..silly humans, where there’s one, they’re bound to cut it right in two…”

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