Shout Hymns Poem by Hubert J. Humperdink

Shout Hymns little French children
The parade has been rained out
Heel down the rules while lakes explode
Shout cry
Distant colors sprawled in blood
smells like Hot Rank Burning
Masacred Flesh!
In your dreams
Mere coughing and death
Meager illusions of sleep
Like wind through the still morning
The sun as train slowly moving down the tracks
And a million reasons why the tide should have died in the ocean
Music will rain upon the clouds
As the children
Of French heritage shout their hoarse hymns