Dooms Day 2016
They came in all directions,
over sea and land, frightened
And aggressive, full of
gentile rage, mostly on their own,
Some with families and in
gangs. The soldiers tightened
The cordon, laid out
barbed-wire, pushed them bone
To bone, until the winter
came, and a masquerade
Of snow, under which they
buried their secrets and waited.
A thousand years of waiting clenched
into this parade,
A dormant incursion in the
guise of peace incubated
Down the avenues of sacred
history: Charlemagne knew,
And Orlando furioso, what
history needs are deeds
Of valour and self-sacrifice,
not mew
And wallow, as when imbeciles
follow creeds
Instead of facts, and lead
the charge of bang and bump,
Onwards into the night until
the final trump.
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