Not To Be Written Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Poems
my most beautiful poems
I wrote them in my sleep
and when I woke
I remembered them not.

Poems
God dreamed into my mind
the roar of silences past
God spoke in dreams present
secrets not to be written now.

Poems
lines written in sleep slipping mind
each line spoken in perfect meaning
answers to eternal questions posing
woken mind remembers to reveal not.

Awake
realities half remembered death scenes
people choking coughing gassed dying
governments knowing uncaring ignoring
God’s judgement upon world still coming.

Write
already writ in an Apostle John’s Revelation
England now taking holocaust out of history
England now not teaching holocaust in schools
England now doctoring past to suit present policies.

Post
postmortem modern analysis of blood guilt
is flakes grey powder ash cloud finger prints
pumped from Nazi Marduk Topf corpse ovens
spreading murder plea slaughter ground across globe.

Policies
policies of appeasement appeasing evil
evil flesh incarnate scream still shall not work
upon front-line where shadow evil ever waits
martyr still willing to bleed die for innocent child.


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