The Rage and Slaughter of Innocents.

The spate of terror, violence and destruction that has been unleashed in the name of religion is unprecedented, - the mortars, bullets are flying furiously – police are prowling through the burning cities, lies, blasphemy is streaming from the loudspeakers inciting the mobs, to burn and kill. There are always darker perceptions, interpretations unleashing negative emotions- fear, hatred, intolerance; the source is always religious rivalry that exists between different faiths. The self incitation of a mob is the dynamo that drives a powerful force of rioting, headlong into a gallop to violent destinations which no one can predict. As Hazlitt stated, on the pleasures of hatred- is like an opening for insects, the aspirate alliteration, mimicking the scuttle, as like a horde of locusts the mob decimates life and property, at once ominous and pathetic. What extreme cruelty man can inflict on a fellow man and life is so dehumanizing. The innocent victims like spiders crawling along the matted bloody earth, run in harried, heedless haste, hobbling awkwardly to escape- they stop when a giant shadow of death looms before them, at a loss whether to retreat or surrender, mediating the huge evil foe- called religion. Orwell succinctly describes this in Marrakech. As the corpses piled up and went past – the crowd like flies, left the charred, acrid burning bodies in a cloud of joyous dust, and rushed to a another place. And they say blasphemy is a victimless crime, then who are these innocent victims, doomed to perish from wasting diseas