The cruel machinations
Of their gods
Run through them
As they aim with their sights
And rest the blades
Against the soft necks
Of their enemy
For them
Killing is a necessary first step
On the ladder
To their personal heaven
But we know better
Don’t we?
We deal with the sadness
The bloody aftermath
Etched into our minds
In our own way
But the anger I feel
Does not end with gunfire
But with the gentle typing of a keyboard
My idea of heaven
Is for words
To be powerful enough
To give life
Instead of take
My ladder to heaven
Leads to forgiveness
Not via religion
Or Spirituality
But through the understanding
Nature
Of peaceful words