The Depths
"The Depths"
From the depths
silence.
Where
are the voices
of other
women?
In that other place,
the monsters violate,
they take and take
bloody all, what they want
the dreams of women
are torched, murdered,
next to them,
the sweet dreams of lives
gone with their children -
those lives and dreams
the monsters never earned,
from their bitter foreign netherworld
silencing voices, in hacked motion
cleanly slicing sacrificial throats -
a bullet or two or three or four
to the beautiful brains, spilling,
and just for good measure
another five, six, or seven
silenced now,
the voices
of those
other women, and
their children, unimportant,
dismissed, unacknowledged and unheard.
from the monsters’ throats,
the sound of riotous laughter
gurgling from the depths
of their lost neverending Hades, heard,
carnivorous packs that hunt
vicious without conscience
brutal zombies
less than beasts
after the spoils -
they return to live
like cowardly roaches
diseased and at ease,
in their underground tunnels,
from Abaddon the
Hamas Gargoyle calls
its Sheol minions, the blood sucking hive,
recoup in the darkness for intermittent wiles,
then let loose again
their grubby venom
spreads upon another
once peaceful home -
I give you,
the "woke" in their
blissfull, self-indulgent
naive world;
inside, another soul,
like floating ghost -
close, yet far enough, removed,
questions the different types ...
of Hell;
from the place of
painless death,
another watcher
learns of others' stories,
and listens
to their cries for help,
She's all awhirl,
submerged and drowning
within the visions
and sounds
in Her mind -
to the sound of cutting,
the tossing of fresh breasts,
like a game of baseball catch,
between each monster on the kibbutz road,
the chilling sound
of those feline Jewish queens
mercilessly tortured
inside and out
and their children
watch on,
and they watch
their children watch on,
the screams echoe,
eventually, whisper quiet,
all the other voices
silenced,
thrown in the lake,
thrown into the pit -
one on top
of the other -
how must
that feel?
to drown
in gasoline
women and children
families burned, inside out -
the world
protests for other
more important
agendas
puppets marching
alongside monsters,
marching on their leashes,
like their possessed hellhounds,
resounding
with the hidden monsters
baying precisely what they want
in the Invisible's undercurrents -
this entity
seems to have a fervent
and believable
voice -
ignorant are most
to the truth,
easily forgotten,
yet if dug deep, remembered,
in the symbology
of Stars
and what happened
in that time - before;
the world
wears its shroud
of ignorance,
hate speech within, without
no other Hell
compares -
for Its infestation
is already here
in this world
of ours;
in this
other removed
deep place
of dark silence
lives
have been exterminated
all around, barbarically removed
gone unheard
all demonstrations
seem to ignore
the underlying
acute accuracy
of it all;
turn
the other cheek
and acquiesce
to the herd -
or go against
the popular "woke",
and remember the
silenced voices
of ALL
the world's
women
and children, gone
unheard.
should those
other more
"woke" women,
take the sword -
also,
for the Jewish cause?
From the depths...
sonorous silence
permeates the thickness
of those who think
they've escaped -
where are the voices
of the other women?
Bodaceas
come to save
all others losing, where are
those other exceptional Queens
to stand firm
with those other sisters,
and their children,
less fortunate?
irrespective
of territorial rights
boundaries and creeds,
of who's truly shelled and burned -
where are the voices
of other women?
to hold the hearts and minds
of those others, dead and unheard
are the voices
of other women
they themselves, alive ... silenced,
because they are truly dead inside,
to the accurate forgotten,
the inconvenient
Truth
of it all?
where are they
when they
are not marching
next to monsters?
have they themselves,
gone under ground?
holed up in their
comfortable tunnels
oblivious mindless masked
ozempic sleeping beauties.
where is the courage?
Sorely lacking, to feed and nurture
the voices of other women
abused, silenced and unheard.
in their dreamy
escapist lives,
do they turn
the other cheek
or stand firm?
do the "woke"
in their ill-informed
inexperienced
condescending dreams
wake?
will they?
without fear,
take the sword?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas 2023.
"When the British warrior queen,
Bleeding from the Roman rods,
Sought, with an indignant mien,
Counsel of her country's gods,
Sage beneath a spreading oak
Sat the Druid, hoary chief;
Ev'ry burning word he spoke
Full of rage, and full of grief.
Princess! if our aged eyes
Weep upon thy matchless wrongs,
'Tis because resentment ties
All the terrors of our tongues."
(excerpt 1, BOADICEA: AN ODE /William Cowper, 1780)
Then the progeny that springs
From the forests of our land,
Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings,
Shall a wider world command.
(excerpt 2, BOADICEA: AN ODE /William Cowper, 1780)
She, with all a monarch's pride,
Felt them in her bosom glow;
Rush'd to battle, fought, and died;
Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
Ruffians, pitiless as proud,
Heav'n awards the vengeance due;
Empire is on us bestow'd,
Shame and ruin wait for you.
(excerpt 3, BOADICEA: AN ODE /William Cowper, 1780)
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