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All hope was vain and nothing could atone
for deeds beyond atrocity defined.
These demagogues turned nation hearts to stone
through apathy and rhetoric maligned.
Though hell’s regime forged mechanized deceit,
the mighty Bear bore guilt for kindred aims.
Barbarity would rage until replete
while genocide lies hidden in the flames.
To thus, suppress dissent and rule by fear
is despotism’s quintessential goal.
And, innocence is doomed to disappear
when mass extermination takes its toll.
Indifference leaves nothing to dismiss
when letting death fall victim to remiss.

When letting death fall victim to remiss,
malevolence connives to reap its share,
and, even Hell knows something is amiss
when God accepts the vice without a care.
For all the world seemed predisposed to sin
where morals veered when factors failed to suit.
And all knew well that evil hid within
a devil’s creed where death was absolute.
‘Twas meaningless to beckon God in prayer.
for He ignored your agony at hand
He meddled not, nor rendered any care 
and failed to halt the devil’s masterplan.
For in His heaven, clouds of war await
as humankind filled endlessly with hate.

As humankind filled endlessly with hate,
more ethnocide bides half the world away.
The Rising Sun has dared to terminate
by tallying the score in games they play.
Its Nihon sword has pierced the Sino chest,
the scent of blood unleashed its inner beast. 
With fire and steel, it fed a bloody quest
where genocide was likened to a feast.
And now the Sun prepared to strike again
before the light of dawn could meet the morn.
It wings of fire prepared to make it rain
as Shinto spirits blessed the pending scorn.
As tribulations seal a harbor’s fate,
the heedless world implodes beneath the weight.

A heedless world implodes beneath the weight
of wars that cloak its lands, its skies, and seas.
And now the Rising Sun seeks to abate
a Giant’s strength, and force it to its knees.
Its wings of fire have taken to the air
as dawning light unveils the fiery force.
The rising sun shall ride the morning’s glare
to scorch its sleeping prey without remorse.
But due regret shall fill its coming days
as vengeance fuels a nation’s battle cry,
for all the world was blistered by the rays
that seared the Earth and blackened Freedom’s eye.
Now all mankind must face this war at hand
as innocence receives the mark of man.

As innocence receives the mark of man,
a silent stench unveils the evil tide.
The rails of death excelled his master plan
as trails of wrath traversed the countryside.
The grand designs to automate demise
let murderers subdue the guilt within.
The devil’s plan was merely a disguise
to wash this inquisition of its sin.
‘Tis proof their god has left them all alone 
to seek salvation in a bleak abyss.
All hope was vain and nothing could atone
when letting death fall victim to remiss.
As humankind filled endlessly with hate,
a heedless world implodes beneath the weight.


Book 3:  This War of Sons - Sonnets of WW II
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