By Mary Mullett, of Gibson Road, High Wycombe
1830, Stark and staring,
Came the cry of religion,
Blood red their enemies,
The white cold snow precision,
Like pistols at dawn,
Invited them in.
God's child is hardened
To the brutality of life,
But lives for his father,
When at the sign of the cross
Is cut down with a knife.
Dead rabbits perform,
In the dead of night,
As the sky is painted black,
And the silver stars alight.
The New York city men
Were proud of their ghost
Proud of their fathers,
And the shroud
Of their forefathers most.
1846, black, white, all nations
Came to fight for the American Civil War,
Slavery abolished,
It was no more,
On their hands
Spilled the blood
Of many people,
No respect for any law.
We remember
The star spangled banner,
And America today.
May God protect her
And her beauty,
Everyday.
January 23, 2003 10:00
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