Holy War

By Lynn Ockersz

The bleat of helpless Lambs,

Continues to rise shrill,

Above the missile blitzkrieg,

In this a most harrowing hour,

In Eastern Europe’s history,

And the Iron Fist crashing down,

On the glories of civilization,

Is for sure a tragedy compounded,

But there’s this curious link,

Between top brass Generals,

Following top-down orders,

With zombie-like somnolence,

And black-clad patriarchs of religion,

Pledging to ‘wash away the sins’,

Of those savaging innocents,

Which serves as a fresh reminder,

That formal religion and fascism,

Could be united in the purpose,

Of keeping the powerless in subjection.