Ken e Hall
The Bedlem Of Beslan - Poem by Ken e Hall
The weird, wired Caliban zombies rape the Russian dignity,
In a children’s Eden their lair is laid.
A Venus trap, as snake’s slither the learning will not begin.
The black masks of death gather children in the gym of no song,
A bairn exclaims twice, ‘We have done no wrong’,
To speak is more fuel for the wrath of the anti-christ,
, The dogs of hate desecrates high on the wall,
A dynamite shape to crucify from a netball hoop.
The school’s outer walls hold at bay young soldiers strong,
Their bullets blocked, useless by images of a children’s throng.
What grim reaper mixed this cocktail of evil sequence,
From a ground floor window a small child drops to the ground,
Shouts and confusion no mother in sight, the world weeps as we see the little one
Climb back into hell, Life is drawn into darkness.
This cancer of calibans
This heart rending sadness.
You've done your deed as blood abounds,
You fools your gain zilch, nil, naught,
A giant step backwards for us all.
Your bodies deliver nothing
A resting you will never dwell,
Your eyes will melt into your souls
To remain in the whirlpool of hell.
As mothers are left
In a heartbreak shell
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