The Sixth Pillar

The people whisper the Holy Shahadah during
Salah 5 times a day, where the kneeled worshippers worldwide
honour the pillars of Islam; finding comfort in their faith.
And as they pray towards Mecca
each morning there are some who then fear
to take a bus to work in London because people
stare at them fearing their presence during rush hour.

 Like in Ireland where a Catholic schoolboy
 has to take a longer route home for fear of
walking Protestant streets.
Or in Israel and Palestine where they fight each other;
over borders where their oppositional
faiths share the same Holy Land and
they all share the same desire for freedom.

The 6th pillar, vast, ominous and ever-growing.
Casting long shadows on the West.
Where metaphors of words in books
are custom to bickering amongst
every preacher.

Jihad:
where military vocabulary and scripture
should never mix.
The 5 are strong but the 6th sways precariously
threatening to fall against the other pillars
causing a domino effect of destruction

An ending catastrophe where a Muslim
has no choice but to join the Fatwa
because we are making it so
they are unable to pray or walk
publicly without racial prejudice; and slang offences
Screamed in the streets.

These wars against faith can never win;
believers unafraid to die for
entities. 
The war of words where people contextualise
what needs to be left ambiguous; and where
people all want the same thing under differing terminology.