The decline of the west
The various modes of worship, which prevailed in the Roman world, were all considered by the people, as equally true; by the philosopher, as equally false; and by the magistrate, as equally useful. And thus toleration produced not only mutual indulgence, but even religious concord.”
― Edward Gibbon, The decline and fall of the Roman empire
Those rich metaphors drawn from the sky and sea
Rich funereal language, baptism and burial and birth,
Blossom and harvest, with the wise ones, Witan’s children.
From the lips of children we must learn that clinging
To life is not enough.
Smoke over Mosul. Mosul’s churches where once
The Jacobite heart of Christian belief was celebrated
Among the ruins of Nineveh, along the same back paths
And alleys that the Jews took to their synagogue
Which had been there since the Prophet Zoroaster
3500 years ago. Today Zoroaster’s sons and daughters
Are buried all around Mosul. These Yezedi dead are a vestige
Of a different way. On them
Those Salafist-devils sought to satiate their sin.
Trace the infected stream back to its source
This nest of vipers
Of Wahhabism in Saudi Arabia. Look! You’ll find it there.
These enemies of Voltaire
Contaminate the very air.
And oil means the west does nothing at all.