Red the Stain Pt 4
Red the stain on bandage fabric,
Twining on the sutured limb,
Red the pang of battle magic,
Smarting through so violent grim.
Red the glutted wounds scabbed over,
Travesties against the soul,
Women, children dead, done over,
By the force of wry control.
Red the heart in beating fury,
Thumping out the pulse of fear,
Demagogues play judge and jury;
Faces stony and austere.
Red the oozing magma hatred,
Glowing underneath the earth,
Desecration of the sacred,
Undermining Jesus’ worth.
Hell is loosed upon the landscape,
Like a bonfire flaming huge,
Nightmare visions in this dreamscape,
Iniquities in fast deluge.
Red the cheeks of raw frustration,
In a fate that spirals long,
Fevered, grinding devastation,
In the pit where we belong.
Death is jealous vile forever,
Marking out our rank descent,
In this evil never never,
Angel forces worn and spent.
Red the seeping wound within us,
Healing cannot reach this pain,
Even prayers to God imbue us,
With a hope we can’t sustain.
For our future is together,
Bound to devils in the dirt,
Screaming out in rage whenever,
We are tripped or duly hurt.
Red the hot inferno glowing,
With the crimes of yesteryear,
Lives undone in vast unknowing,
Petrified and void of cheer.
ADL
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