Holy Innocents

Like a termite eating willow oak, Herod felt empty. Fear of the threat of dethroning Brim-filed abundantly Could a little lamb invade the den of a lewd lion? Could a rod of reed face the force of a pole of iron? Like a mad monkey, Herod scattered fragile eggs and nests. Troopers cut kids to pieces, pulling them from mothers' breasts. Weeping and wailing tore the veils of the night of Ramah. Who could consent to be consoled by Covert’s crude drama? Wanting to know you, the unknown hero, they were born Before seeing their hero face-to-face soon they were gone. Had they seen you, their friend, wouldn't they have reviled Herod? Was this why the coward, like a wounded jackal, worried? Little humans, destined for eternity, were slaughtered Wasn't this why roots and routes of law to love got altered?