(To the tune of “My Favorite Things”)
Muslims kill Jews and the Jews murder Muslims,
Sunnis kill Shiites, then die by the dozens,
Christian explosions make Irish ears ring:
These are a few of my sickening things . . .
“On, Christian Soldiers!” defies “Allah Akbar!”
Pork rinds are banned from a Syrian snack bar.
Our sirens shrieking while their rockets zing:
These are a few of my sickening things . . .
Hindu kills Buddhist, and Buddhist kills Hindu,
Neither will reconcile, for it’s a sin to.
Infidels tortured and sent to the grave:
Faith all that sickening’s simply depraved . . .
When they’re praying
And they’re saying
That the heretics must die,
Then I remember I’m not one of them,
And I know I’m a lucky guy.
© Philip Appleman
Freethought Today is honored to publish this new poem.
