In Memory of James Foley
American Catholic Journalist, who
prayed the Rosary, died to expose the suffering of the people of the Middle East and was beheaded by
the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria ISIS)
By Lawrence Fox
“He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he did not
open his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep
that before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth.
By a perversion of justice he was taken away. Who could have
imagined his future?
For he was cut off from the land of the living, stricken
for the transgression of my people.”(Isaiah 53:7,8)
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| American Catholic Journalist James Foley |
Messenger, your passion was for gathering,
and war;
your empathy stirred, inevitably
marching you toward peril -- both subtle and blatant.
Little did we appreciate the witness of
your herald.
Valor impressed you, made you a magnet
for dark ritual obsession.
Carnage, barbarity -- you relayed and
became the story for our digestion.
Little did we grasp the deceit -- both
subtle and blatant:
“It is a Religion of Peace!”
“It is a Religion of Peace!”
Colleagues, Citizens, and Politicians, so
you persist at the gathering,
enthralled in a post-modern trance, digesting
the horror
without understanding the Islamist ritual context.
“Certainly theirs is not madness,” we
pretend;
taking the Progressive Stance:
“Terror gestates only within the heart
of heroic men --
seeking to redress injustices performed!”
But by whom and for what, and God knows
when?
So, James, we rationalize the murderous
atrocity,
missing what the merest Medieval knight
understood:
Wrong reigns in a misguided Seventh Century
religiosity.
Photo of James Foley's beheading,
supplied by James Foley's murderers
Colleagues, Citizens, and Politicians
alike ingest your ritual slaughter,
Frozen within a post-modern trance
(POTUS knew since January; CIA favored
the Caliphate.)
No one admitting such butchery exceeds
Hammurabi’s eye-for-eye nor Shylock’s “pound
of flesh.”
Your death is the natural conclusion of
the Quran
Lies
never subtle, always malevolently blatant.
Centuries ago in desert lands, James, your end was “divinely” ordained.
It is promoted and enshrined by the Prophet’s
sirens;
never ending until the Truth is finally
spoon-fed to their yawning hearts.
Your curdling sounds mixed with praises
to the Prophet’s god,
their song – some think it lovely – is relayed back for our consumption and,
your colleagues, citizens, and
politicians persist at the gathering,
buried in a post-modern trance, refusing
to grasp,
“It is NOT a religion of peace.”
Rest
in True Peace beloved James Foley, Angel to Western Humanity, and pray that
Rosary for us.
--edited by Susan Fox
To Understand this Poem You Might Enjoy Reading Another Piece that Lawrence Fox wrote:THE GLORY OF ISLAM: Putting the Beheadings, Rapes and Crucifixions into the Context of the Quran
