Across The Atlantic To Hell

There was hope there was also apprehension,
– Because the Demon was in no way healthy.
– Nor was there the mind to be cured.

Yes, we had seen sudden cataclysms happen in Nature
– Of Sun and Rain and Thunder or of primeval beasts,
– But when man gets ill with greed
– Then the damage is worse than that of a natural beast.

At the last stage of endless fortitude
– Of crores of human lives, from the lowest depths
– Of the animal world the beast’s unspeakable
– Mastery in trickery and brutality
– Makes the world itself mute with the Human face covered down.

Yes, there was anxious thought
– Of the pools of the heroes’ blood, the mother’s tears,
– Only the extent of the excess was perhaps not imagined,
– Men as we are, how could we know the frenzy of the beast in us?
– And so we cry forth to the whole world of men.

Across the Atlantic lies the journey to Hell.