Thoughts I Had On My Birthday; The Recent Terrorist Attacks

This is not where I wanted to be on my birthday this year. I am super sick and miserable health wise, and on top of that, terrorist attacks have been happening in this past week, it doesn’t seem quite fitting to enjoy it anyway; the wretched sore throat and cough lack in comparison to say the least. So, not the birthday I would have wanted to celebrate. More than likely, I will not celebrate it. Acknowledge it, yes, but no need for a celebration.

I actually do not know if I’ll get through with writing my thoughts down here and attempting a halfway decent poem today or not. I wanted to; I had plans to do so for a while now. I wanted to write a special poem on my birthday. However, who could have predicted all the chaos and massacres that would take place in Paris among other places such as Beirut and Baghdad just days earlier. My heart aches for all the victims and their families, and I know it could have been anywhere in the world that ISIS chose to attack. They make me sick, human they are not. Fighting for their religion, they do not. No religion except for Satanism would actually have you kill another human. That’s just absurd.

Anyway, today is November 18, 2015, and I am attempting to feel well enough to write this poem. It will not be what I originally sought out to write. I was going to express images from my childhood to my adulthood, but who could even think to write about anything but the tragedies that have taken place. Honestly, I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I have the words. I am so mad. I am so disgusted. And I am so outraged that there are people on this planet such as these monsters.

If you do not read this on November 18, just know I made a valid attempt to put words on paper, but many things are troubling me at the moment, so much so, that writing, being my usual outlet to help me pull through and heal, has become a difficult task to take on.

Today is my birthday;

Imagine that…

It’s come on the heels

of a terrorist attack.

People ask me what

will I wish for, and all

I can say is peace no war.

I don’t understand the

hate I see. What’s

happened to this world,

It shouldn’t be so scary...

We are all here to love

without judgement...

We are all here to be free

from torture no bondage...

This is what he, our Jesus,

did for us, when he painfully

was nailed to that old wooden

cross...

You don’t have to believe this

If you don’t want, but my wish

is that you will without losing

hope...

Today is my birthday, imagine

That…

and my wish is that we

all come together and

give peace a chance...

It’s November 19^th today, the day after my birthday. The day I was supposed to, or I should say, the day I wanted to post something here. However, as I warned, my illness and lack of words prevented me from doing so. Instead, I am back on here today, still boggled by thoughts on the past week and all the emotions I feel inside from it.

I wrote the above poem on my birthday, and it was my thoughts of wanting to drive peace into peoples' hearts and minds. I think today that may be a little too silly for some to grasp after the horrific scenes we have witnessed through media outlets and the internet. Nevertheless, I will always be that forever optimistic, and hopeful flower child when it comes to wars of the world. Mostly, because I don’t even get why we have to continue to be at war.

Another thought I was having was the thought of the majority of people accusing the Muslim religion of the atrocities ISIS has imposed on us, and I really wanted to express my thoughts on that in some way. I, for one, do not believe this group are dedicated to any certain religion. I think it is a foolish mindset to think this way. They have not just targeted Christians as the media has tried to portray in their reports. I think that is virtually impossible to believe. We live in a world of every form of religion, and a world where there are these types of religions in every place of the world. How in all sensible brains could one believe that these terrorists would go into a venue, as they did in Paris and just pick out all Christians? Doesn’t that seem a bit over the top? No, ISIS has an agenda, but it is not geared toward a certain religion. I have many Muslim friends who will tell you, that ISIS is trying to change the rules; no genuine Muslim believes the way they do. A true Muslim goes by the old testament of the Qur’an, not a make up your own rules one. Which is what the ISIS has done. It’s obvious they have a bigger agenda.

In saying that, I wrote this poem with this thought process guiding my hand. I know some will not agree with how I think, and that’s alright. However, my purpose is for all people to really just think about these situations in a more realistic manner.

A secret lurks behind

everything. Every story

we hear from media's

big stupid brain.

Do they really know the

actual story, of why we are

sought out to be destroyed…

is it for a religious view? Is it

Muslims who we should

fear, let’s be true…

maybe it is American born

Christians of sorts, who simply

decided to play and contort?

Listen, there is no one in this

who is not a victim of an

unjust and immoral political

system.

We are all being played like

puppets on a string; believe this,

believe that, dance when we sing.

I do know that it is an evil plot,

that sickens our minds with all

the blood and guts.

But, you are a fool if you

cannot see, that it is not

just a religious anomaly.

I, myself, still am not

sure, of what has made

ISIS impure.

However, I will no longer

except this naïve approach,

that it is all Muslims who

slays and cuts our throats.

This is untruth. I'm sure of that,

and one thing I do know, the media

will never report that.