Fundamentalists on fire,
shreik a hollaballoo
of vengeful Fatwahs,
a virulent black fungus
creeps across a shuddering land.
on the march again,
sanguinary slayers plot
a grizzley arcanum,
a head-rolling cabal.
Infididels have a cross to bear.
Religion, only good for the good
where all men are seraphim.
Life is fragile, handle with prayer.
Where is Savonarola
to a light a sublime path
for the unfathomable journey ahead?
Who will silence the rebarbative
men of white cloth before we are
driven to the Earth's dark edge
where only a lone monody will be heard?