The Voice
Way back in time, I read a poem about suicide bombers that really grabbed me, so I cut it from the paper I had read it in and put it safe. So safe that it was safe even from myself.
Then when I started blogging, the memory of it came back to me and so I hunted and hunted for it in vain, then started searching the internet but with no success as I had shamefully forgotten the authors name and the title of his work. I thought it lost to me forever.
Then last night, I discovered its paper copy folded tightly and tucked behind a photograph in my old wallet that had been replaced by a gift from my daughter several years ago.
It was first published in the Peterborough Column in December 2, 2003 and was written by a Michael Shenton of Bournemouth. Please read it. Even if you are not a lover of poetry you will find the message interesting.
The Voice
The voice that whispered in my ear
In urgent tones precise and clear Said:
"God is hate and God is War
And God wants blood - so make it pour.
And if you sacrifice your life,
Leave behind your child, your wife,
You'll win for all eternity...
A place in Paradise. Trust Me!"
I packed explosives in a car,
Parked and waited near a bar,
Then watched the strangers milling round
Scream as thunder shook the ground.
Devastation everywhere... broken bodies lying there;
I'd brought them death, I'd brought them hate -
And won the key to Heaven's Gate.
But Heaven's gate I couldn't find.
Confusion, panic gripped my mind.
I searched and searched, but all I found was one
vast portal underground.
The Devil opened up the door.
I saw a hundred souls or more
Seated round in a fiery room,
Their faces wreathed in pain and gloom.
"Meet my bombers," Satan cried.
"Mine was the voice, the voice that lied.
"Join the dupes whose souls I've won -
"Deluded fools, every one."
In urgent tones precise and clear Said:
"God is hate and God is War
And God wants blood - so make it pour.
And if you sacrifice your life,
Leave behind your child, your wife,
You'll win for all eternity...
A place in Paradise. Trust Me!"
I packed explosives in a car,
Parked and waited near a bar,
Then watched the strangers milling round
Scream as thunder shook the ground.
Devastation everywhere... broken bodies lying there;
I'd brought them death, I'd brought them hate -
And won the key to Heaven's Gate.
But Heaven's gate I couldn't find.
Confusion, panic gripped my mind.
I searched and searched, but all I found was one
vast portal underground.
The Devil opened up the door.
I saw a hundred souls or more
Seated round in a fiery room,
Their faces wreathed in pain and gloom.
"Meet my bombers," Satan cried.
"Mine was the voice, the voice that lied.
"Join the dupes whose souls I've won -
"Deluded fools, every one."
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