Evil Once Begun

I'm really not too fond of Muhammed;
Though I'll admit to not knowing him personally.
He's been dead for rather a long time.
Quite dead.
And yet he lives on
One of the most influential people 'round these days.
And people keep dying.
"No fair," you say, "It's rather unjust to pin it all on him."
What began in violence continues in violence.
He's no innocent bystander, no.
He's a dead tyrant for whom people murder.
There is no millstone too large.

"The Future Bishop" or "An Essai at Speaking Well of an Enemy"

He was a boy once too and took it all in,
The pious expressions and necessities
That his parents staked their lives on.
He saw the earnest desire to be good.

But in those days so many things were changing
And moving and catching his eye.
The piety of his elders hardly alive
Except in reference to itself.

And so he struck out to blaze a new trail,
To know the truth, yes, always that,
But to live for others no matter the cost,
To be bold, to be new, to shake off the dust.

On Texting

Tiny type is irritating
Demands of one some concentrating
But if one has largish thumbs
It's best to eat a couple Tums.

God the Persistent

I closed up the curtains
And covered my eyes
I ran to the basement
And to my surprise
The light of the day
Had just followed me there
Shining so bright
That I started to stare
"What in the world
Are you trying to do?
Surely you know
That I don't believe you"
Thus did I talk
To the one I thought myth.

He just replied
With considerable pith,
"Whine if you like
And run far away
Like it or leave it
I'm here to stay.
So get with the program
Or screw it up more
Go be creative
Or just be a bore.
Sooner or later
You will know with precision
That you are my son and I've made my decision."

Impregnable Obliviousness

Truth: A blind ostrich
Doesn't need to stuff his head
In the ground at all.

Fly-ku

Window-relaxing
Leads inexorably to....
Splattered guts and death.