Zealot

May 25, 2010
By wdickinson GOLD, Fredericksburg, Virginia
wdickinson GOLD, Fredericksburg, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.
-Oscar Wilde


Plastic bags are flitting through the breeze.
Wind feels cold on my uncovered knees
On which I kneel and pray before my God
Whom now I work against.

This place, now desolate, was full of life
Before we came, along with guns and strife.
We ran them out into the streets alight
With burning oil, to Hell’s own fiery bite.

Then set up in the town our fortified base
If only now to elongate the chase.
While planting bombs the Western Warning sounds
And now we can prepare our final rounds.

Prepared specifically to render flesh
Of those uncivilized fat Westerners.
Their blasphemous raw hides to wound and gash
Are our weapons designed to kill the curs.

They charge through our now stolen town.
We are prepared to stain those Western gowns
With our quasi-religious blood
And stomp their stolen country into mud.


The author's comments:
Although it doesn't follow a specific genre of poetry, this work does follow a rhythm and rhyme scheme. But that is not the important part. This poem by no means poured out. I had to work. I had to imagine myself as a hater of my own country. I had to imagine what it would be like to genuinely believe that killing innocents would save my soul. This was one of the most difficult I have ever written. I believe that it is powerful. I believe that it is a door unto understanding. It is not forgiving. It does not pretend to forgive, but instead only to explain. And with understanding comes peace. I hope.

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on Jun. 26 2010 at 10:00 pm
wdickinson GOLD, Fredericksburg, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.
-Oscar Wilde

Thank you very much.  I wish I had more time to get all the ideas I have in my head out on paper!  But alas, we are but the servants of that often-malicious overlord, Time. :)

on Jun. 20 2010 at 7:30 pm
DecoyDreams BRONZE, South Pitssburg, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
If everything is at its worse, the only way to go is up

I've read all your poems, and this one is by far my favorite. I love it. Keep writing, you have extreme talkent.




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