9/11 poem / ISIS

Look at the pictures, lock your eyes to the film,
Do not forget, they circle still,
The buzzards of war
Who would pick our carcasses
And crack our bones,
In service to a bloodthirsty god,
Not any god I know.
Drunk on violence and hate,
Blowing themselves up
In a self immolating volcano of faith.
To teach us the lesson,
That we are all brothers.

RSA