Freedom’s such a fragile gift,
Bought dearly with copious blood
Of guileless youth, too young by far
To fully comprehend
The irredeemable finality of death.
It’s tragic when we know so much,
Can access with an on-screen touch
The truth of how we came to be
Yet, neither you, nor me, or anybody else,
Knows how to counter the insanity
Of the fundamental wish to subjugate us all.
How may we strive to win
This crazy contest for control?
Born from religion’s dread desire
To dominate the world.
How shall we reasonably explain
To our betrayed and unborn young
Our failure to confront this
Life denying vision of a world
Controlled by bigotry and fear?
How might we one day, finally persuade
Those who love death, to cast aside their
Terrifying certainty of faith,
And finally, embrace the freedom
Which can only come from doubt?
©James Rainsford 2011
Note to readers: This is reposted here as a tribute to all those who lost their lives eleven years ago today in the attack upon the the twin towers of the World Trade Centre.
The loss of so many innocent lives that day will always be a reminder of the immense danger we all face from those who claim to know the will of God.
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Peace to all who visit here on the anniversary of this cruel and tragic event. James.