Nine Eleven Poem by Ken e Hall

Nine Eleven



The wolf stalks in sheep’s clothing,

Surviving on the juice of complacent fodder
A sneak step forward for terrorist’s terror,
A giant step backwards for mankind.
Beware of lambs bearing gifts on donkeys,
The riddle’s answer lies with ear to ground,
Calm to listen for the one who cannot bleat.
As stealth terrier’s dive down the burrow’s’
Evil will justly fall on the perpetrator of evil,
Then the Caliban’s eyes will melt into his soul
And remain in the whirlpool of hell’

Only then will retribution be complete!


P S.
Oxford dict,
Caliban n. man of degraded bestial nature.
[Shakspeare, Tempest, & see cannibal.]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 22 July 2015

Too many wolves, too many weapons, too much evil. Well written.

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Colin Jeffery 24 July 2008

This is a great poem.

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