Sunday, July 26, 2015

Ares and his children

“A good trumpeter has the power to rouse fools into making slaughter”

“To plunder, to slaughter, to steal, these things they misname empire; and where they make a wilderness, they call it peace.” 

Publius Cornelius Tacitus

His children Phobos and Deimos follow his lead
Ares is impatient but enjoys their company
The acts of war involve fear, terror and bloodlust
And they act in unison
Father Ares, lusting of blood, desirous of hate
Slaughters his enemies, rouses his allies
His actions bring a conclusion
The bodies lay dead in a pile
In a ruddy confluence
A red pond of entrails
And viscera
Soon the dead are forgotten
By all but family
All but those who shared their lives
But now they lay bloating with their flesh rotten
And the morning after 
Sees the crows circle
Screaming at the humans
For their folly
And the souls of the departed

“Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold;
Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old
When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones.”

John Milton

“And it came to pass, when Joshua and the children of Israel had made an end of slaying them with a very great slaughter, till they were consumed, that the rest which remained of them entered into fenced cities.”

 The Holy Bible

“It is a day we remember systematic slaughter of over a million of our innocent fellow Rwandans, an orgy of bloodletting unprecedented in the history of our nation.” 

Paul Kagame