For god's sake.

FOR GOD'S SAKE On line, chatting with a friend, Grieving for others I know. Wondering where, will this all end, Unsure of where world history will go. Nurturing a growing hate in my heart, Falling into Satan’s evil hands. Categorising each Moslem the same, Wanting to see “them” destroyed from the land. A message flashing onto my screen, “May I talk”? “Oh Yes. That’s Ok, I reply, I’m from Australia, what country is yours”? The response, “Libya”, an ungodly pause. “Are you Christian, or Moslem”? Heart racing with hate. The response, “Moslem, will you marry me”? Ignore and remove button hastily pressed, Tears flowing freely, dark, depressed. May just have well asked,” Are you black, or white, Are you Chinese? Are you mentally impaired”? Learned prejudice reached out, strangling me tight, For these wars within, and Satan, I am ill prepared. Was he searching for freedom, from fear and hate? Was he another terrorist, trying to infiltrate? I despise this judgemental fiend I have become. The depths of my anger leaves me feeling so numb. Not even realising, praying so hard to GOD, Satan slipped in between each pleading word. Beware of him, he is working on anger within, Such joy we bring him with each hating sin. The words of the Koran hold beauty and love, The fervour and hate does not come in the text. Distortion of our own HOLY BIBLE happens each day, Please! Stop. Think of what happens next. Will vigilante groups now switch their vicious attention, From black, to Moslem? Too evil to mention? Will women and children lie dead in the street? Will Christians give in to Satan, his work complete? My reality hit me. How about you? Is it too late, your hate to undo? Grieve, cry, mourn, for the horror this day, But, for GOD’S sake, don’t let the devil have his way Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 12:44 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 13