Richard Allen Beevor

Silver Star - 4,378 Points (23 March 1949 / London)

Insidious Hate - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor

When the dark comes from the sky,
even birds on high might try,
to spread their wings
but fail to fly.

Beyond the far and sheltered land,
the mists hold horrors close to hand,
where fate awaited
to be found.

Bring us forth this deadly fate,
march us slowly to the gate,
they come with sermons full of hate,
insidious intrusions we see too late.

They preach the words not spoke before,
their master was peace but their message is war,
to gather power, to rule at our door,
all must bow unto their law.

You hide behind your bombs and guns,
the enemy you hate forever runs,
until true majesty
in glory comes.

Your twisted lies will see the dawn,
the after life you claim will be torn,
from this world your sins are shorn,
until the day we all rise new born.

Topic(s) of this poem: terrorism

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