Feud’s Fruit
Seeds of hatred are grown in fertile soil.
Seeds planting sowing hatred are
ethnically religiously politically
grown in fever festering fertile soil.
Stand against mine
I’ll burn thee.
If I can break spine.
I’ll take thine.
Down cinder sown strewn path.
Burn down ash acid rains.
Corpse covering thrown quick lime
coat ribs struck reef beef
broken battered bones.
Upon rent spent uprooted life.
Wasting mortal potential plundered.
Fruitful future essence erased.
Better to turn anger never unleashed
an unstruck cheek...
Isolationist policies unsullied safeguard
wash supposed lily white white-house hands.
Escalate erroneous pacifist indifferent.
Condemnation contagious
concentration camps
seal abnegated intervention undertaken.
Justice is never retaliatory.
Blind animosity swordsmanship.
State organized well organized
vicious killing machines flavour savour.
Maniac midsummer’s nightmare.
With staunch sweet sickly sway
stomach spewing smell. Putrid tortured
decaying, broken body parted parts.
Recurrent shameful mosaic; imitates millenniums of slaughter
continues to plague; scattered provinces peoples
countries ideologies demon; spurned across time unabated.
Emotions are animated feelings; experienced victim first hand
horror is state institutionalized; barbaric bred blood letting.
Each fermented act premeditated; calculated brutally enacted
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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