A poemâ€¦begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesicknessâ€¦ It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.â€¨ROBERT FROST, The letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer.
Manchester – 22 May 2017
Dark these recent stormy skies
battleship grey, gloom filled evening
entangled with tearsâ€¦
Blood spills in joyous places from
young music revellers,
it flows warmly away
on their recent faces of smiles…
It is not the teaching of Islam
for there is no religion
that would condone this act
your souls are damaged
by promises of a utopian heaven
for this is NOT the teaching of Islam…
Your minds are radicalised,
soaked from poison dripped evil,
do you not understand what is happening?
Listen and STOP!
This corruption of your spoilt minds,
brain-washed by evil despots
who are themselves the infidels…
This is NOT religion, it is NOT the teachings of Islam.