Manufactured Affection
Iron and steel
are the revered objects of their
quasi-holy zeal
Earthly things fashioned from
corrupt flesh
Faithlessly forged by corrosive will —
The profit mold of imperfection
was a raw mass subjugation ordeal
Their Farsi prayer slag,
(reprobate words poured in molten anger)
tainted lip lust for power
is an egregious envy spill
Hear those anvil-and-hammer hearts pound,
vengeful voices making that jihad sound:
Sickle-shaped tears falling to the ground
Ill-tempered tones, whose eyes say,
“Hate the heretics!”
But their bosoms have blind ambition;
a pulse patented attraction,
manufactured affection
The hollow halo ones
hate the foreigners
But they love their weapons
The Holy jihad daughters and sons
love the heretics’
armored chariots and soulless guns
Righteous indignation wrongly misplaced,
inordinate desire for an inorganic embrace
Veil tempted to acquire iron and steel,
mass-produced idolatry
Becoming temple trespassers,
sacred vow violators —
Infatuated tech thieves,
whose bazaar passion is to possess
engineered blasphemy
Having haji visions —
A triumphant caravan of
killing machines
Their road to Paradise
is paved by
carnage offerings unclean
08-23-21
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2021
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