Mohammed’s killing children in Toulouse.
I guarantee a millstone is beside
A rope, his neck, and thrown beneath the tide,
If any god exists. The victims, Jews
And soldiers – Monsonegro, Sandler (three
In all), Chennouf and Zaiten – are asleep,
If death is but a passing on, a leap
Into a future paradise. But we
Too much too easily, to give us peace,
Declare a death a rest; I guarantee
The final hour each would ever see
Was hardly any gift, or a release
Of burdens. Know that death, not life, is cheap,
When evil waits for innocence to sleep.
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