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The gate had not been breached.
A shot had not been fired.
Still they got in,
The defences had retired.
They were welcomed in:
Carried and pulled, Trojan Horse.
The plan had worked.
Events would take their course.
They were welcomed in
The demons did hide
Inside this wooden monstrosity
so comfortably wide.
The crowds they did cheer
drowning in beer, the priests prayed
The King commanded
Souvenirs were available, on display
2.
Were they so complacent,
so self secure?
How could they not see?
Did they really think
they could be free
of the lurking terror,
the niggling doubt;
surely they should know,
surely they should shout
“No, no”, don’t let them in.
Leave us, leave us
to enjoy our sin.
“No, no”, don’t let them in.
Inside this thing immobile
that filled a space, they waited
until some other vacuous idol
took its place.
3
It was in the evening
the Demons struck -
the half light between
day and night ,
when the body was tired,
(not quite ready for sleep).
parents, their promises
to their children would keep.
They struck with ruthless precision
as only they could;
killing and destroying
without mercy (as if they should).
With malicious joy and intent
they had a spree;
shrieking and laughing,
they slaughtered with glee.
They shouted as they went,
come one and come all;
we are here and
death is free.
4
Dawn broke over a shattered city.
Trojan horse, empty stood, unconcerned
Whilst all around it
everything burned.
IN THE end there was silence
that nothing can break;
be so careful of what
we might forsake.
IN THE end there is silence;
No prayers,
no speeches,
no souvenirs.
Les Bush
Copyright, 7 March 2013
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