Carnival Ode

                     Is this time for mirth and show?
                    What spirit but  impatient grows

                    To chase with stern and holy rage

                   These shallow rascals off the stage?

What! Miming here you beastly apes?
Tear off, tear off those splendid shapes!
Vanish, you glided clowns and worse,
The farce is stale so why rehearse?



Have you not heard a frightful cry
From lisping lips ring out on high,

                                                         No bitter dying whisper say

                                                     How noble statesman can betray?

    O see, these streets with bunting piled 
                                                  
Are haunted by a slaughtered child
Who trails his bloody footsteps slow
Where'er you go, where'er you go

Stretches his little arms, and cries,
And never shuts his frightened eyes:
That every drop of infant blood
That flowed for Statesman's brotherhood
Has gained a voice above the strife,
And cries out for each Statesman's life,

 And many,many suns will set
And stars go down e'er we forget
  Poor trampled lilies! Let us now
To these a fearful vengeance vow;


There's an account long, long unpaid,
But such reckoning will be made!

Puppets and Kings! Do you not feel
The Titan stir beneath your heel?
His fetters snapped and rent away
He rises to your judgement day;

Nor Hell beneath, nor power of men,
Nor God Himself can save you then
So prance and posture if you will,
Those infant voices crying still,
Though faint amid the feasting town
Are loud enough to bring you down,
And humble you and make you fall,
And drown in blood your carnival.

                                By Dan Billany                                              >>>NEXT>>>