Today, in Canada, terrorism has reared its’ ugly head. St. Mary’s University professor Peter March was one who was standing up for the freedom of speech and intended to discuss the Mohammad depicting cartoons with his students. But he is now rethinking his decision after his home was visited by five men.
The indication on CTV Newsnet is that he was threatened.
This is truly a sad day in our country. At this time, I would like to post a poem. It is by Maurice Ogden, and it is entitled Hangman. I urge you to read it through to the end. This poem was studied in one of my grade school classes. It carries a very strong message.
1. Into our town the Hangman came. Smelling of gold and blood and flame and he paced our bricks with a diffident air and built his frame on the courthouse square The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, And we wondered, whenever we had the time. And innocent though we were, with dread, Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye, And he stepped down. and laid his hand And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn 2. The next day’s sun looked mildly down On roof and street in our quiet town And stark and black in the morning air, The gallows-tree on the courthouse square. And the Hangman stood at his usual stand And we cried, “Hangman, have you not done He laughed a laugh as he looked at us: Then one cried “Murder!” One cried “Shame!” And he laid his hand on that one’s arm. That night we saw with dread surprise Now as wide, or a little more, |
3. The third he took-we had all heard tell Was a user and infidel, and “What,” said the Hangman “have you to do With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?” And we cried out, “Is this one he The fourth man’s dark, accusing song The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again, And so we ceased, and asked no more, The wings of the scaffold opened wide 4. For hanging.” And so he calls to me He smiled at me as I came down And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap “You tricked me. Hangman!,” I shouted then. Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye, For who has served me more faithfully “Dead,” I whispered, and sadly Beneath the beam that blocked the sky. |
How does this poem tie in? The terrorists defending their actions in the name of Allah and Mohammad first went after the Jews in Israel, then came the Christian based American Devil Dogs. When will it stop? I say to peaceful Muslims out there, now is the time for you to speak up. It may not happen in your lifetime, but rest assured, they will eventually come for you too.