Why did it take so long to recognize That peace can be an instrument of vice, But now at last the sleeping giant woke, Wounded so deeply by a fiendish stroke. With terrible resolve the charge to keep Despite the wound the giant took a leap, Against the reign of terror and of hate To lead the nations by design and fate..
From out of ruins luminaries shine, Tell us that we must our time define, Not be defined by it,- its our star And destiny and lot to fight this war. Pitch-blinded are the entities that roam, Believing murder to be martyrdom; No holy book declares this and no writ Proclaims this, but the scripture of the pit.
Such tenets are grotesque a travesty Of what is sacred to humanity From deep inferno issues this doctrine, Faith, - but perverted and turned outside in, And inside out, and upside down,- this creed Is launched by the abyss to spawn and breed. No scripture since the dawn of humankind Has Allah’s love by murderous hands defined..
Unto the Lord the thousand voices cry Where the oppressed in helpless torment lie, Beaten and tortured Afghan women writhe Beneath the Talibanish murderous scythe, Tall Buddhas rise up from their shards and ash Proclaim: “What’s holy Jackals cannot smash! The one WHO IS and who has always been And always shall be rules,-you cannot win.!”
Permit not rightful fury to abate And pacifism’s poison circulate, A nod to hellish powers will increase Their thirst for slaughter and atrocities. Look to your hero brothers! - fight! - be brave! Fight boundless evil,- and the Lord will save.
