I would have liked to write a poem about this, but I haven't refined the skill (or the patience. )
The war of who God loves best and who will claim the inheritance wages on.
Meanwhile, in the land of milk and honey, the dutiful mother, naked, save the white dress coat and gloves, prepares to sacrifice her first-born son.
The child dives under the ocean and through spirit and water is born again a Navy seal.
Not exactly a suicide bomber, his limbs are tattooed with dog tag numbers to bear witness to his remains.