Friday Prayers

Friday afternoon 1.30 pm
Muslim prayer time at the mosque.
Impossible in the Christchurch
mosque with bullet riddled walls
carpets steeped in blood with
police collecting evidence from
floors, walls, the crime scene
tape closing off the mosque.

A week after the massacre Muslim
prayers must be in the park next
door to the shell shocked mosque.
Long tarpaulins in rows on the
grass, a vast rectangle setting
out a mosque under the sky.
Local Muslims are joined by others
from out of town, from overseas,
in worship led by imams from a
high platform, five thousand
Muslims worshipping together in
the park, televised nationwide.

Around them in a larger vast
rectangle many layers deep
fifteen thousand non Muslims
stand guard with armed police
against New Zealand’s neo nazi
white supremacist underbelly.
Circling New Zealand’s other
mosques at this prayer time other
non Muslims stand guard with police.

The silent majority must open
its eyes to our racism,
speak out against its horrors,
this poison in out midst.

Friday Prayers