Killing The Devil Poem by Alexander Downie

The devil smiles a weary knowing grin, as you tear his body apart,
one less monster,1000 more souls waiting to rip out your heart.
You hold him up like a beacon to the end of 10 years insanity,
not realising you lit the flame to a vicious vile circle of inhumanity.

Wave your flags and gather in places to celebrate his latest passing,
don't understand the devil’s darkness that waits while your all laughing.
Killing a devil with a name you created, to tame your nation’s worst fears,
all devils return with a new cloak, a new name and the sharpest of spears