Rage Against the Machine Day 27 by Gary Maxwell

What Sort of Men

by Gary Maxwell aka YeOldeFoole of Fool’s Blog


What sort of men slay children bent at prayer?
Does God, ‘Compassionate’, and ‘Merciful’
indeed command? Or is the devil’s lair
now empty, and the Sinai now full
of Satan’s Helpers, glad to lend a hand
defaming all that’s holy – spraying lead?
Instead of calls to prayer throughout this land,
the shrieks of women weeping for their dead.
If you believe in God, perhaps your fight
begins inside, against the infidel
that feeds on hatred, twisting what is right,
and quotes God’s words while dragging you to hell?
Don’t preach to me of what you think this gains,
I’m busy weeping for the newly slain.




Poet and Songwriter by night
Yes I have a day job
Did I mention that I was a Foole?
2.032 meters of pure poet meat.






Contributed to Rage Against the Machine Month.  If you’d like to be a part of the challenge, find more information Here.   But first, leave a comment and let Gary know what you think about his words, and be sure to visit him over at Fool’s Blog when you’re done.


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About the author

I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter.


  1. We’re always looking for an excuse to be our lowest selves – at least we should own what we do. Committing atrocities in the name of righteousness is our sad time tested model. Thank you for this powerful piece.

  2. A very powerful poem. People are on the totally wrong track when they commit atrocities in the name of religion. I do not understand why they cant see this, it is so clear. I resonate with “I’m busy weeping for the newly slain.” And in this world gone mad, we never stop weeping.

  3. Every word you wrote has so much meaning and truth. I was trying to identify my favorite part but every bit of it speaks to me. Thanks so much for writing this and sharing it on the Rage Against the Machine event.

  4. Powerful feelings and images packed into few words.
    “Don’t preach to me of what you think this gains
    I’m busy weeping for the newly slain”
    It seems like this is a daily happening. A moment to pause, mourn, breathe, find purpose once again.

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