until we conquer death we will never be able to broker peace
you kill for your god
you rape and maim and murder
all for your god
you carry objects in your pockets
a license to kill the guilty
along with the innocent
your god has made you judge
grand jury and executioner
and deservedly so
for he is a righteous dude
and his prejudices are warranted
even though he oftentimes transmits
disturbing orders
you have no choice but to carry out
all the real estate in the world
belongs to your god
and so you go out and capture
as many flags as you can
no questions asked
august two thousand sixteen
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jdubqca 
Excellent power and passion in this poem. It seems that there is no escape from fanaticism these days.
Thank you for commenting on this piece, Chris – my thoughts exactly.
Really relates to what’s happening in the world these days and throughout history. Very powerful and chilling poem!
Thanks so much for visiting here again and commenting on this piece, Millie. I appreciate your thoughts and support.
Amen brother
Thanks , Stevie G.
That got to the crux of it. Have you been invited to the Poets for peace project yet? I lose track of who I have asked, and I don’t want to badger you if again with the blurb. Could you let me know, please – we would love a contribution such as this.
thank you Anita and yes I contributed just this past weekend 😀
Oh, good. Thank you for that also.
Religion is opium for the people..
very potent, indeed