Its shameless,
remorseless inhumanity.
Your
wordless bemoaning and tears (6)
Mingled with the fetid vapors
of the jungle;
Soaked in your tears and your blood
The dirt transmogrified
into a noxious swamp.
The
mud-laden tracks of demonic cleats
Left behind for all eternity, the
markers of your humiliation
Upon
the pages of your history.
Just
then, across the seas, in their hallowed precincts (7)
Church bells pealed in their halls of
worship
Morning
and evening, invoking the name of the Compassionate Father;
Children frolicked upon
mothers' loving laps;
Poets composed heavenly dirges
Touched by divine notes
of offerings to Beauty.
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