Have mercy on this wicked world
O Lord, I pray at start of day.
It’s the waste that makes my flesh crawl;
the waste of the truncated lives
by war and madness brought to dust,
never again to realise
the beauty of the start of day.
Zealots prepare to disobey
the sacred Quran which tells them
they’re not responsible for those
who go astray. God will ensure
the goodness of the start of day.
Omnipotence unique to you ─
so Lord, I ask at start of day ─
why do you not use your power
to rid this world of division,
hatred and foul disunity?
At the start of every day
we will thank the Lord as we pray
for peace and tolerance and love.
This is a re-written version of a poem I wrote a couple of years ago. The re-write was sparked by a post from Ron Lavallette in which he quotes words from the Koran which refutes the extremists’ idea that they should kill those who don’t believe as they do. Miz Quickly asks us to write a Kyrielle today. My version loosely follows the rules, with a movable refrain and a token attempt at a rhyme scheme, but for once I have followed the set form of eight syllables per line.