(Written 17 August 2012 - In part an ode to the life and works of Christopher Hitchens.)
You hated us always,
from the beginning till now.
You killed us,
you killed our families,
you drove us from our homes.
Because of your god,
you claim,
all things are permitted.
You are righteous,
blood dripping from your hands.
Of course, then you reformed:
and killing became distasteful,
but you hated us still,
so you stepped back,
a tiny tiny tiny bit.
You changed your tone,
still hateful,
you now needed rhetoric,
to legitimate your hate,
and the apologist stepped up.
When we said that violence,
does not come from a "god of love",
you say,
"Who ever believed it did?"
but your hatred and violence continued.
You stopped killing us,
but you threw us in prison,
you took our rights away,
you took our freedom,
you tortured us brutally.
And again you reformed,
and torture became distasteful,
but you hated us still,
so you stepped back,
a tiny tiny tiny bit.
You changed your tone,
still hateful.
You got into a difficult position,
and how you hated us,
when we started challenging you.
We no longer feared jail,
or prison, or torture.
We could speak our minds,
and you kept us from universities,
and stopped us from getting jobs.
When we said that torture,
does not come from a "god of love",
you say,
"Who ever believed it did?"
but your hatred continued.
And again you reformed,
and exile became distasteful,
but you hated us still,
so you stepped back,
a tiny tiny tiny bit.
You changed your tone,
still hateful,
we now want equal rights,
we didn't ask for them,
we took them.
When we said that human rights,
would not be denied by a "god of love"
you say,
"Who ever believed it did?"
but your hatred continued.
And something strange happened,
you realized,
you couldn't stop us,
not with fear of death,
not with torture or exile.
And again you reformed,
and came at us smiling,
smiling with ingratiating charity.
Opening your doors,
with a cunning lure.
Offering that putrid cup,
that poisoned chalice,
Christian conditional love,
asking for our souls as sacrifice,
in your blood cult.
Your sword hidden far from sight,
your bloody hands pinkwashed,
your churches welcoming,
your ministers eager to,
make us change.
And always ringing,
that ugly stupidity,
"Hate the sin, not the sinner."
Branding our very souls sinful,
by implication.
That we should cut ourselves open,
to be inspected by your superstition,
bringing your pseudoscience,
and scratch at our innards,
so that we resemble you.
-Raw
-Bloody
-Desexualised
-Boring
-Dead
We told you,
wxactly where you could stick it,
and you got so offended,
"The queer agenda!"
you called it.
You screamed at us,
how filthy we were,
how dare we deny you,
didn't we know,
we would be damned?
We said that we didn't believe you.
We wanted nothing to do with you.
Your whole history,
is ankle deep in our blood,
and in our tears.
When we said that hatred,
does not come from a "god of love"
You say,
"Who ever believed it did?"
...Oh really?
You have no right to forget,
the way you behaved,
when you genuinely believed,
when you honestly believed,
when you whole-heartedly believed:
That your god was the sponsor of,
-Your hatred
-Your murder
-Your greed
-And your hubris
Fuck you.
-o0o-
