Beelzebub Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Beelzebub



Confusing walkBeelzebub

I will sit here and not move for an hour
emptying my brain of the past, I refuse to look back
nothing there worth remembering.
Except for snow on the field going across before
the sheep are let out looking for fodder, turning
the acre into the mud with narrow hoofs.
They were animals that had been rejected by
the lucifer, how disappointing is that!
Lucifer was once an angel dismissed by God
for being an upstart, a gross product of pride.
He tries to win over hearts and minds in Brussel
He is succeeding, helping them to be cruel and
losing their humanity like Israel has done.

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