Who raises their sword
to slay the infidel;
To kill the heretic
and revel in blood?

Is God weak
begging you to defend;
Fearful of the minor slight,
sending you for his honor?

Is God a child,
unaware of danger?
Is God frail
with no defense?

Your sword testifies
to God’s impotence.
Your acts insult
God’s wisdom.

Does the Almighty send his minions
to plot in secret?
Must they plan in darkness
the acts of God’s light?

Is God ashamed of your work
so that having done it,
You must flee
and hide like vermin?

You think you do well;
as if God needed assassins.
You think yourself worthy;
for death and reward.

Where are you now
O defender of the Deity?
Can you show your face
in the market of mankind?

Is the world closer to God
now that you have killed?
Is God pleased
in the death of the innocents?

Who told you it was God’s will?
Were they with you when you died?
Did they tell you to be brave,
as they sent you before them?

There is a fate that awaits your mentors,
but what comfort is that to you?
That you believed is no defense.
Will it undo the evil you brought?

Do you rest in Paradise
as they said you would?
Or have you found
a different reward;

What has God to do with you,
the double fool?
Fool to have listened;
fool to have killed and died.

Martyrs may be right
from time to time.
But martyrs
are always dead.

Where are you now,
O killer of innocents?
Does God look on you with pride;
or are his eyes forever averted?

Can the blood of many victims
water the flowers of paradise?
Can the man of hate
be blessed by the God of love?

For that God’s sake
we do not celebrate your death.
For that God’s sake
we mourn the innocent.

That you were once beloved,
makes your end the more tragic.
Though justice is divine,
sorrow precedes and follows.