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Almodad Synagogue Sadness



Deadly fissures of division ... tolerance of others’ 
different faith gathering space
is divided by hate

Almodad synagogue sadness
is the latest menorah light 
extinguished by ancient dust clouds
A shifting sky of perpetual, roiling anger ...
thundering cataclysmic crypt loud

Dark tone bark dogma:
Shogun pacifist lies ... Amalekite cursed voices 
in stealth mode disguise — 
Cold metal lungs 
	spitting blazing darts 
smoking barrel hot

Pour the molten rain
in scattering patterns of 
premature burial pain

Smear the bloodstain moans
in varying degrees of
splattered morbidity groans

Ada-dah synagogue sadness
was the previous generation yarmulke cry
buried in the gas clouds

Philistine pagan pyre
	burning Babel tower fire
fan the cantor wails high

Peleg and Joktan echoes
heard in divided sections of terror grief
Domestic violence done 
Ellis Island openly,
with primal intensity of hateful glee

Adullamite
Synagogue 
Sadness

Balaam’s brAss bullet bray tale
that the next mass murder massacre
double pump up the gun sells

Sorrowful Beth-el temple arias pray tell
that the kinetic swords get melted into plowshares
Barrel pride be a rejected revolver shell

Righteous tears knowing full well
that God will swiftly give a just reward
to the ricochet rebels, hateful holster burros  — 

Those who put their soul up for sale,
and bought a killer ammo treasure trove
The crown jewel caliber trinket
is a rusty trigger ticket, 
to get onboard a bullet train to hell

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 11/6/2018 11:01:00 PM
As always, Freddie, powerful and unapologetic. Great poetry.
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Date: 10/31/2018 1:55:00 PM
The atmosphere of intolerance and hate is aptly depicted in your poem, Freddie. It is not enough that our hearts go out to the victims. We need to find a way to end hate crimes. A touching poem with vivid imagery that heightens our awareness in a time of mourning.
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