Answering The Challenge by Carolyn O’Connell

I am not a silent poet

Thrown by a withered hand
a slick of hate pollutes the world
its net enslaves the innocent
rape, death and silence is its goal.

The face belonging to the hand
remains hidden while the young die,
seduced by promises of eternal life
their bodies wrecked by hate’s shrapnel.

This Ebola of the mind corrupts – its spores
reshaping faith, culture to its cause;
rejecting those who give their all
to bring health, happiness, joy and empathy.

Fighting for an omnipotent Creator,
who needs no man’s defence
and holy men who sleep in peace;
seduced by hate they crave love.

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