and word/poem juxtapose
'Fundamentals' ~Felix Dennis
The fruits of the Crusaders haunt us still,
'Creationism' slithers from its hole,
They'd kill us all to save one mortal soul
While heathen unbelievers foot the bill.
Priest, wherein lies the freedom in 'free will',
The gift of which was never yours to dole?
You but return to men what first you stole
With hints of paradise to coat the pill.
Your certainties speak love but end in death:
The mullahs bay for blood in Babylon,
In Bethlehem the Hebrews marshall tanks.
A pox on every martyr who drew breath-
Hard sermons do but urge the rabble on
While hooded sons of terror smirk their thanks.