First Writing Since

IMAGE – A church.
Heavenly rays stream from high riddled roof,
Bathing the church floor with dappled light,
Souls escape through the cracks into passive skies,
Bodies move in confusion, the air thick with cries.

In the background the cross remains still,
At the altar the blessed bread and wine spilled.
A resurrection celebrated.
But no.
Not of a god, not of peace or hope.
A resurrection celebrated,
Of Terror.
Demolition of a god,
Destruction of a building, of lives,

And since,
We behold the creation of a consciousness,
A phobia of a people.
Muslim Face-veil bans ensures safety,
but politicians do not require the Burqa,
to cover their crimes.

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