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Evil Doers

by Lucian A. Sperta

These are evil doers, men who live in the flesh With their bombs to create only death Who put society to the ultimate test With their ongoing religious mess These are evil doers Men of hell fire Who cannot control their destructive desire Who use the Holy Book as a poisonous hook These are evil doers who say Allahu Akbar Yet their hearts are shattered clay jars Who get their thrills in exploding cars They continue to rage in the light of G-ds day In salat they pray- For their sinful bombing terrorist forays It’s time to end their disruptive ways. Allahu Akbar. Photo by Samuel Aranda the winner of the World Press Photo of the Year 2011 A Personal note: I do not believe all Muslims are terrorists or Evil Doers, this work only deals with Islamic Fascism. I chose this photo from Samuel Aranda which shows a Muslim woman comforting a wounded Syrian Muslim in the on going civil war in Syria.
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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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Comments (2)

jwiener
"Yet their hearts are shattered clay jars" gives a very powerful image and uses a metaphor at the same time, comparing hearts to brittle, broken jars. Nice use of figurative language!
Lucian A. Sperta
Please I chose this photo because of its gentle reminder not all Muslims are terrorists.

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