by Rob Sanders
Do you remember the splash of red high and to the right?
Above our heads in the ravine?
We wanted to look,
Dreaded to look.
Hated to look.
The little girl, dead and desecrated?
Raped, pillaged, and beaten for her father’s faith?
Her father’s side was not theirs.
Her father’s faith was not ours.
Her father would not play.
Her father could not pay.
“Men” of God found her.
“Men” of faith took her.“Men” of peace.
Sand and blood make mud brown.
Ripped and torn,
Flailed and shorn,
Hair, skirt, and skin.
Is this God’s Will?
Is this the hand of Allah?
All in the name of Peace?
This first appeared in The Havok Journal on February 27, 2015.
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