Oh For God Almighty

I was inspired to write this poem after seeing the horrific and heart breaking images of the children gassed in Syria recently. Sadly a consequence of all wars, and so often simply referred to as periphial damage by those who wage war.

 “Oh” For God Almighty


 


Let’s scrape away those Palestinian Muslim Arab scums


To rightly make room for the Jews, God’s chosen ones.


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must


 


No lessons learnt, to follow 6 million corpses dust


That satisfied past glorious Germanic murderous lust


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must


 


Sword wielding followers of Mohammad, a Sunni Shia divide


Bring destruction one to the other, so millions have died


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must


 


Be gone you Popeless protestant English bastard


For us Fenians to see that the will of Jesus be mastered


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must


 


If oil be the quest let the war drums roll and bombs become rain


So onward Christian soldiers, to Iraq and away with Hussain


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must


 


Millions made homeless, endless suffering without pause


Civil war be the call, with Syrians fighting that hopeless cause


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must


 


And so to the future, a blond king is born, his war ships to sea


Yet concern there must be:  Does he even know his ABC?


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must


 


There are lessons to learn, yet clearly history will show


That none shall take heed, even with nukes ready to throw.


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must


 


Fear not; delight in frocked men’s promise of a life ever after


72 virgins promised, though beware of Godly men’s laughter  


In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust


To slaughter the innocent children, too die if they must.


 


John Jurkowski  


Oh For God Almighty

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