Faces and heads shrouded in black,
Too cowardly to show themselves,
Thoughts of waging a righteous war,
Against those who don’t believe as they do,
Brainwashed into thinking they are doing this for their god,
Misdirected, searching, groping for something to believe in,
Something to hang on to,
Do they find peace in ending lives?
Where is the righteousness?
Blood flows from a beaten, smitten corpse,
Hanging on an instrument of torture,
This One not taking life, but giving it,
Through His own precious blood.
That is righteousness,
Bought and paid for the ugliest of us.