Arabs Islam & A Sea Of Misinformation: A Poetic Rant

I need to understand

I need to get to the bottom of this oil spilled sea of slander thrown into a sky, overtaken by Gods at war

Women adorned in darkened fabrics of modesty, and tradition

Condemned, and pitied in one breath

Do they carry bombs, or babies under those sinister sheaths?

As they yell to one another in their durka durka slang, are they counting down to detenation or asking each other around for tea?

Are they victims of the west, or gathering for world domination?

I cannot see clearly through the war on terror rally cries of my government, and the longing of empowerment from the ones that fall under our bombs

Bombs

Bombs 

Bombs 

Who is targeting whom?

What are 'we' fighting for?

What are 'they' fighting for?

Does my government murder my human sisters, and brothers for protection, or for greed & profit? 

Is Islam taking over the world?

Is my government funding self created enemies?

If they didn't create an enemy would the people stand for the war?

Do suicide bombers believe they are killing and dying in the name of Allah?

How could anyone believe in a 'God' that demands death, and destruction?

How can you know when everyone with a voice seems to be in another's pocket. 

What have we become?

We are so connected
Planes, trains, and cellphone selfies

Yet we are still so easily drowned in a sea of misinformation

Have we progressed, or are we rapidly slipping into our own convolutions 

Why do we seem to be running into self created devils

Adorned in blinding lights, and friendly separations

We love you

We love you

We love you

Until you're different 

Then my God says to fuck you

What are we when we rape women who tempt our fancy?

What are we when we throw them to the streets after they birth us, after they nurture us?

What are we?

Let's consume the Earth, and farm the women

Hold my hand as I violate your freedom

Freedom 

Freedom

What is freedom?

Is it something you are born with, or is it a gift from a government?

I see a few controlling the many

I see a collective that is being herded into artfully constructed paradigms 

Don't worry!

There is a fight for everyone!

A cause 

A stand 

I want the truth, I want the root

I'm no longer standing in paradoxically supported arenas

If I don't have an arena, then where do I stand?

Is this the final call into our dirt

Is this the final burst into the empty ego's darkness 

I will have order!

What do you have in your golden kingdom built on starving backs 

What do you have when you value sacred paper over your family

Your family

Your family in the trees, in the skies, in the howling wilderness as the stars rise in the night

Your human family, slowly over crowding in a state of fear, and chaotic breakdown 

I'm fearing an experience of unconscious break down

Slowly realizing surrender is in the chaos of creation

Though Mother always told me there is no creation without a hefty dose of destruction

You cannot meet true light without first succumbing to deep darkness

No rebirth without meeting death

"Finding that strong Love, that never back down Love. That light a fire in my heart Love. That justice for all Love."