The pictures seen, from lands so far away,
Can change our moods, and our convictions strain,
Veiled mother’s face, conceals, what she might say
Beside, her starving child, entreats, in vain.
So how can we reject an ‘Isil’ bride?
Her chosen way, was not what we might choose
But let us not, her honest faith, deride
In fear of what our own belief may lose.
If we believe in tolerance and love
There is no place for sad revenge, to stand
We must, again, by our example, prove
Misguided she, to trust that first demand.
For terror lives by fearful, beck and call
Humanity, through loving care by all.
George Potter
George's Rhymes for the Times 