Friday, August 24, 2018
Hill Of Despair
Sojourn into history: Rome...
a hill of misery placed by Roman Law,
now, stands a mound as black as Golgotha's curse,
and splattered with tiny bones;
swathe the disfigured newborn,
away from cuddled arms,
indefensible, bade the young couplet,
bleeding in plashed despair and guilt,
beggars to the Patrician's apathetic heart;
helplessly, they watch with eyes of disclosure,
the hill of tears, this piteous dwelling of
the murderous scene, as an unflinching Centurion
armed with an indomitable sword with no remorse
beheads the deformed innocent infant;
the new master Roman Law
enacts symbolic truth among savages, for
preservation and grace to an inviolable race.
- John Hardesty
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