When God Disappears

21st century, Iraq, the scene is indelible
The kidnappers called themselves "insurgents"
They blindfolded a civilian worker accused as an "infidel"
The man's hands are bound behind his back
The time suddenly froze, eerily
The man's head is being sawed slowly
Somewhere in the East
The ground of Mecca shook somberly
As if a tsunami of blood has come
The insurgents cry out in Arabic,
"Allah akbar!" -- "God is great!"
Somewhere in the skies
God feels chills run down his spine
He just disappears...

Linh Duy Vo
February 11, 2005

Poet's Note: This poem is being mailed to Aljazeera net TV Station at P.O. Box 22300, Doha - Qatar.  It is hoped that you, too, will take the time to send  this piece of writing to the Aljazeera administrators in the spirit of America.


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