Daring to Touch Saeed (poem) by Randall Davis Barfield on AuthorsDen

Daring to Touch Saeed
by Randall Davis Barfield → (All Poetry by Randall Davis Barfield)
Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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This piece is supposed to be about Flight 93. It's very hard to write about. If you've seen the movie, you've cried. Murderers, in my opinion, are spiritually or otherwise diseased, so, I think we have to cry for them too or, let's face it, for all humanity.
The sick bloody bastards Drew Satanic breaths Then proceeded with plans To slay what was precious Those messages of love The messengers of hate Both filling the skies Both early and late The sick bloody bastards Drew their numbered breaths Then proceeded with plans To change lives not theirs Fear and hysterics rubbed all is calm and the God of Christians, Jews, Allah The sick bloody bastards Drew their labored breaths Are you listening? Are you listening? Are you listening, Saeed? Come in, in deep, Where my heart is rent Displace its lumpy rot, Its stagnant stench Though all of us know He said to turn the other I forgot, you know-- My cheek is a mother.

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on September 9, 2006

Very well done. I brings to the surface the horror and depravity of those events, and all their various deeds. You insightfully pinpoint the origin as being satanic. "He is a liar and the father of them," Jesus said.
Thanks for this hard-hitting work.
Connie

Reviewed by K. Mulroney

Reviewed on August 24, 2006

I have not seen the movie only the clips of it and I am not sure I want to. I still can not figure out why and how most Americans have forgotten. We are not in this war because someone called us a name. They killed over 3000 Americans, like it or not we are trying to halt the death of THREE MILLION more. Hard hitting poem and perfectly presented!