No End of Violence!

On the shy & sallow shore
One thousand people, maybe more
Watched in wonder & in awe
A vast "eagle" with sails avaunt
Fire the night with cannon-light
From starboard & to port
Heralding no end of violence!
& these "ghosts" of flesh & blood
The gods spoke so loudly of
Unfurled a flag upon their walk
Yet did not stop one moment to talk
& the prophecy of an ancient lore
Bathed in the blood of their "Lord"
In a New World of violence!
Yet they were not strong enough
To labor long beneath His "love"
Though new masters flayed & fought
With their red-hot whips & swords
So they broke the backs of distant "blacks"
Sowing fields & building walls
To fill their cup of violence!
So generations live to die
Without an answer to their "why"
They must yet slave beneath the rod
Of both a harsh & foreign god
As the world was theirs when the
Earth was young & Life did enfold
Them in Her wings of . . . violence?
Yet who can truly cast a stone
Against yon Empires of bones
Built against the rising flood of
Man & his centuries of moral mud
For man's enslaved, as history shows
Both his fair friends & his foes
In no end of violence!
At the start there was the Word
At the end it was not heard
In the embers of a world in flames
Man has planted deep his feet of clay
On an endless night a child's cry
Is the last sound that will sign
An end to violence
A dying end to violence
A dying end to violence