MaxOp's Lyricism Poet Rhyme

Among Whom is there Barbarism

Well, yes, all the gruff beknown deny, 
and ones’ own lifting oar hear mighty bombs burst 
whilst autocrat hymn—  
“Let cristned bombs pelt from the hea’enly sky”. 
Awe! Does one shy in cheer, yes, forgo the indelible?  
Or do one jeer? Cry? 
Art one silent amidst nationalists amok? 
E’en when in lifting ones’ own nudging oar, 
yes, do hear mighty bombs burst whilst foreign babies cry? 
Do one in secret loathe, yes, the moms 
who as cristned bombs pelts sing nippers’ lullabies?  
Awe! As the mighty cristned bombs pelts lands afar 
does one disregard, yes, when mites, one's own, sever 
the wings of butterflies 
to garner affection so denied?   
       Awe, here lies, yes, barbarism in disguise…

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