The Feast of Holy Innocents
1st - Suspicious
2nd - Po'



Suspicious

With clipped white wings of snow, I awoke
to your pale touch of penance. Once bound,
a creature devout to the newly upturned sky;
azure ponds now joining lonesome eyes
through the lonely flight of your words.

Struck terror through the tyrants chilling through coarse veins,
And bad oppression tremble. Nerveless stood the horse reigns
The hardened seamen: but recovering soon to check,
They gained the barrier, that across the deck
Its firm defence projected; then began to enter caves,
The scene of blood; then poured amongst the slaves
Frantic and fierce, and madding with their wrongs, stop or go?,
The volley'd vengeance; whilst without a friend or foe
Misguided courage urged the strife in vain; cowards,
And checked by hands unseen, relaxed its powers
In sudden weakness.—Terror, and surprise, I spew,
Like deadly blood-hounds, seized the vanquished crew
That stood defenceless, and exposed, the mark to hell,
Of uncontrolled revenge; fear uncontrollable as they fell
Without reluctance saw the purple stream was destroyed,
Slow welling from the fount of life, and joined
In kindred currents pour along the deck, their grave,
Tinging with guiltless blood: the western wave.
No prying eye perceived it: crying day by day,
Saw the same scene renewed; whilst prosperous gales fade
Full towards her destined port, the vessel bore,
And gently breathing over the land's mind in restful horror
Came the remembrance of his native land, a hand they lend,
The thoughts of former pleasures, warmer hearts, & former friends
Of rest and independance; heedless he arose to speak,
That on the miseries of others, he fled to hide in oblique
The fabric of his joys, and gratified, to the leader they hailed,
His selfish views, whilst multitudes and actions became bewailed
The eternal loss of nature's dearest lives and gifts,
To them irreparable wrong, to him a slight change to his thoughts of bliss.

Po'

Military defense, explosions dropped before, but not long..
In a state of devastation. Where war has up-strung..
Praying for treaty, the evilness, nobody will stop it..
Commotion arose, no way avoiding this conflict..
Agony, pain. Crying surrounds. Nowhere to see joy..
The methods appear disturbing. Children used as decoys..
Women screaming, as the soldiers seeming in fright..
Black smoke pollutes the air. Daylight leaving to night..
Loud noises, ears ring. As civilians run to take cover..
Why attack innocent humans?
.........................For the wrong doings of another..
Babies, have so much ahead in life. This hating’s bliss..
So, “take them out, now.” Like they have a say in this..
People still dieing, getting hit from the flying of stones..
Destroying their house..
........................The remaining craters are homes..
Nobody cares, accept them. I know this a lot, see..
You’ve never had to witness the stench, of a rotten body..
They try to prevent them back. No, there not quitters..
The Americans continue the attack..
................................As if another act of Hitler..
So to prevent this evil doing. Stop and take a breath..
And help the innocent family..
.....................Before their blown off the continent..