Certainty knows so loudly
A fighter-jet 
Carving the world
Into soundbites
Mass-produced in bright keys
Belched from its rear end
Filling all space for thought
With static

What if we fell
Through a crack in the noise
Into silence?
No echo of ourselves
To tell us we’re the best
Only the sound
Of God breathing

Would the barking dogs 
That guard our interests
At the gate of our souls
Slope away?

Would we return
To our lives, less sure?
Or would we still
Dressed in suits
Walk unseeing like ghosts
Past the broken displaced
Make our neighbour drink mud
Since he has no shares
In the water we trade
Or the doctor we own

Build our villas on hills
Filled with migrant graves
With cash earned from arms
All this while we cry
‘Jesus saves’
Would we still 
Slit throats in the sun 
Of a Libyan beach
While the surf rolls in
To the sound of a shout 
‘Allahu Akbar?’

We? That was ‘them’!
There is no them
In the hush that descends
After the tumbling 
Question mark

A minute of silence
Face to face with nothing
But the whisper of God 
‘You thought that I was like you?’

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