The Devil laughs
and angels wail
As well-hid guns
send deadly mail...
Volcanoes blast
out of each shell
And splash a town
with ire from Hell...
Barrages grow
then dissipate
To leave grey clouds
from pyres of hate...
Wax figures lie
deformed and strewn,
--And slowly melt
beneath the moon...
Copyright © 1995 Raymond C. Sison. All rights reserved.