BH

BH

Pouring lead into the pagan crowd

The once euphoric settlements refuse martyrdom

Paean became a mirage receding with brown boots

The lead-thrower evince the reason for unleashing hell

Eviscerate the head; the body becomes a facade of unity

Exile the unity, the chasm of insanity becomes wider

Little wonder the cancerous vile became non-euplastic

Nothing to do but watch akimbo the inevitable end

Saviors coming from above the shores

Like the Son of God miniature, bearing overbearing powers

The hapless sprawl by the river with helpless destinies

Waiting with their widow’s mite, thirsty