Saturday, June 03, 2017

New Masters of Birmingham,




In Loving Memory of the Manchester's victims; 
May the Love be in full blowth again.
 .

The new masters of the boroughs,
Are, walking in the city,
wherein a cold blood,
introducing, the Almighty -God,
To the schools'  boys and girls
Of the metropolitan county,
To take over, or set sail,
 for the holy mission,
 To London, Washington D.C,
Or Rome-
And let the rusted- blades,
 of the medieval swords-
Go sheen, with the blood.

Swords are  held in,
 The resurrected heads,
And furious paws
Wrapped and blessed with,
 A strongly worded message of Hell 
Scribed with the flames of wrath,
The first Phrase of their Code,
To run the city of  Abaddon

              ***
Round One

On the London Bridge,
where aftermath the great war,
T.S Eliot saw  in the first episode,
 'Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge,
so many'
His concern was:
 'He had no thought death had undone so many? '
Until before the clock -struck ten,
 And passed by a colored track of this era,
driven by the disciple,
of the ruthless Masters -
-mowing Londoners-
In the sight of the-
 Scotland Yard whose men,
  were only  equipped,
 For the dirty battles
In the heart of London                                              
with matchless clubs.

***
Round Two. (Hope never happens.)
   







                             

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