(READ ALL TIM LABBE POEMS)
Howls heard in Depravity
incite absurd accolades
to Madmen and Beast
deemed as Saviors
Behind the crazed
wicked carnival gates,
will of the wild rages in
blood-stained propaganda
Children of the Gods
harbor ideas of
climatic heroic eroticism
soaked in unrelenting horror
Soldiers bearer their
red and black stench
of hypnotic vehemence
through murderous deeds
Wallowing in triumphant
orgies of conquest
Kristallnacht; Night of Broken Glass
stifles imaginary elation
Piles of tortured humans
wore the horror of apathy
on their gaunt crucified faces
while the slue of evil and
devastation metastasized
The wolves asked, ‘Why? ‘
their false Idols replied,
…’because We must.’
Shame had even refused
to offer forgiveness
to a people of such
unthinkable bestial
sadistic horrors
Children of whose God?
by
Tim Labbe
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