At_Last

How it was: Noxious gaseous vapors rising. Terror hounded victims crying. Children bludgeoned dying. Girl of twelve who, pleading, fled Shot, at close approach, Lay dead. Six bullets in her head. "This one's for the devil Pope!" Bang ! A bullet through her ear. "Here's to Catholic hope!" Bang ! Bullet two through failing tears." "For Maria Monk! " Bang ! "You bitch and whoring skunk!" Bang ! "I baptize you to UPV!" Bang ! And Bang ! This one for me. Babies dropped of Mothers capped Trampled, kicked, Like groceries, Sacked, Then strapped of suckled life. By stone, by steel, By Godless men Such lives repealed Vicious lunacy amiss "What is poet's ink to this?" Seals for want of wax? I choked on tears, Then, swung my axe. These eyes could not suffer What these hands did not hinder.

Yet, am I that he Who I was born?

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