Babadook Terror in Red
The craven pursuit of a terrible glee,
Bodies lie stricken in red!
Butchered to pieces, unable to flee,
Stains on the ground where they bled.
A tribe of the forest in droves were awaked,
Rising in terror from sleep,
Lambs to the slaughter, the bloody ground caked,
Screams sounding out in the deep.
The Babadook, ravenous, covered in blood—
Poured down his gullet so foul,
Here in the forest, on frostbitten mud,
Haunted and watched by an owl.
Slaughtered in merciless swipes of his beak,
Claws, razor sharp, drawing blood,
Severed heads gurgling, unable to speak,
Terror unleashed in a flood!
Marauding the forest, in moonlight, in spite,
Murder and mayhem his bliss,
Viking berserkers in maniac flight—
His brand of devilish kiss.
Skulls as a necklace, hung wry on a rope,
Draped as an ornament vile,
Cackling anon on the mountainous slope,
Corpses arrayed in a pile.
Dark devils dancing attendance on this,
A horror writ large under God,
But no-one will care, since our God is remiss,
Sad remnants of life bathed in sod.
Toture and terror the Babadook brings,
Freely enabled to kill,
Feathered and furious, raucous he sings,
Ever enticed to do ill.
Helpless as lemmings pitched over a cliff,
Helpless as fish on the land,
Cursed as the mummified Pharaoh held stiff,
Everything dies at his hand!
Iniquity brazen, defiant and deft,
Stark on a broad daylight stage,
Innocents plundered, their very spines cleft,
The Babadook’s unflinching rage!
ADL 18/08/25
- This poem is an allegory for the indiscriminate killing perpetrated against Palestinian men, women, and children by the IDF, killing in cold blood, on a broad daylight stage, with the UN too defunct to act.
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