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As willows weep along the walls
And fall mums start to bloom
The wind still echoes hallowed
From Nanking's souls of doom
With little food and daily raids
There was no safety zone
From genocide of men and
For none were left alone
Their butchered bodies
Lay piled in ponds and roads
In bloody streets a river there
Flowed heavy 'neath the loads
This holocaust was filmed that
Priest John Magee did plod
Now as his son he too could say
He "touched the face of God".
After that moment a gray dust covers all
Invading the senses, casting a veil of despair
The prince of darkness will have his due
Oh cry ye fools, of this hell be you aware....
And what of the poets with blood on their pens
Huddled in dark corners, trying to understand
Making rhymes for only the night wind to read
In the end a homage of heart to a beloved land.....
Oh thou of wretched heart and deed
Inferior our seeds?
When thus thou felt the need to rule
Annihilate deemed weeds
Thou casteth out your wicked net
Of guns and war bent twine
No bulwark for the Jews was found
Declaring heads decline
Compliant soldiers marched the streets
For ducats hedged your bet
With waving flags and Hail Hitler’s
Obliging hands were met
Whilst cyanide was gassings Jews
In bunkers hid you reigned your realm
Coward of plotted deeds
When one man tries to rid the world
Of an imagined foe
Mankind will raise its voice as one
He’ll reap what he did sow
Completed on 2/4/12
All rights reserved by Debra Squyres @ 2013
My fist attempt with a Quatrain…..this a modified quatrain as per specified by the rules of the members contest: Historical Modified Quatrain
1st and 3rd lines eight iambic syllables
2nd and 4th lines 6 iambic syllables
The stars may wink their last goodbyes,
the sun may disappear,
the moon may shrink and come to naught
and I will shed a tear.
The universe may turn to dust
all flora, fauna waste away,
we may spend our time in darkness
hoping for a brand new day.
Will you still be here to comfort me
to fill my eyes with pride,
and swell my heart with tenderness,
my love, my blushing bride?
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.
We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.
The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.
Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.
Adolf Hitler was the most evil of men
As evil as a human could be
Should've been hung by his you know whats
Before his killing spree
They say he was actually a human being
I certainly have my doubts
Wreaking havoc on a whole race of people
What was all that about
Perhaps he was the devil reincarnated
Or maybe Genghis Khan
Shouldn't make light of his murderous exploits
Purely just an evil man
Can't imagine it will ever happen again
The world's a lot saner now
Ya right! Guess I'm sounding a bit delusional
A lunatic out on the prowl
<3 <3 <3
© Jack Ellison 2014