An attempt at blank verse.

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 Before you read this poem, please be aware I am not insulting anyone's beliefs, I am stating how I feel today.

 Osama Dies.

Bin Laden dead! The papers cry the news

which flashes round the world as fast as light,

the Television shows such happy scenes

as people dance and laugh and weep with joy.

Yet this is not the devil killed and gone

and every evil dead, all the terrors

that once were done in his religion’s name

were not done by an isolated man.

The head is gone, fear now this hydra’s child

with sprouting neck that grows redoubled then

and fights more fiercely yet.  This activist

for all his flaws, was just a normal man

no super villan guiding mindless hoards.

Nor was his call the only battle cry

for death to those who will not live his way

and so commit to his restricting creed.

Where are we now? We have a man who’s dead,

and yet two thousand years ago it’s said

another man was crucified because

he went against the teachings firmly held

as God’s own truth and way by priests of old.

The difference? A Holy flame, a birth

foretold, the spirit of our God we’re told,

I am not qualified to judge by words

who is and who is not God’s chosen one

I see a man, who once was someone’s son,

has died for something that he felt was right.

I fear that only grief and pain can come

from death like this, no peace while hate lives on.