We stand back in silence

as our credo dilutes...

ruptured into putrid pieces of deceit

by tongues that are forked.

We watched in petrified horror

yet no awakening

as our innocence smashed to the ground

on the flaming backs

of those who chose to leap.

We listen as the enemy is falsley labeled

the dog is being wagged

and diversions planted.

We sit in politically correct

self-inflicted bondage

as guilt shovels are offered

to masks of kindness and peace

to pierce and claim our hallowed ground

for islam...

whose credo is

'broken or dead'.