Arlene Corwin Poetry

         Irrational The Terrorist (a follow-up to After A Terror Deed…)

There’s no such thing as ‘non-believer’:

All believe in something.

Family, sky, the Vedic I,

The name ‘non’-anything misnomer.

Those who slaughter

In the name of heaven, waiting virgins, angels,

Paradise, God knows what else,

Where lion vegetarians

Meet bird and man as bosom friends…

They do no know life’s real ends.

True, misconceived, a pictured or imagined thing

So strong that it gives murdering

A face,

It makes the law-abiding jaundiced,

And, like me, seeing irrationality

In well meant terror dogma-bent

As pure one hundred one percent

Insanity.

^{Irrational The Terrorist 4.8.2017}

^{Our Times, Our Culture II;}

^{Arlene Corwin}