Paul Amrod, USA
Crusader in Black
Erecting the exodus of irreproachable refugees
will be for the status quo an inexplicable parody.
Ironically collecting extremists the advocates contest
their choice of mercenaries they viciously embody.
Therefore the black crusader is empowered on his march
His desolate psyche is deathlike and his conscious is dark
He held his dangling rosary while beseeching our Maria
Left by the admirable emerged in careless recklessness
Forgotten are all his horrors as he has been gifted with amnesia
Doing the bidding of the hierarchy that causes his dismay
Saying God’s mother is his bystander until the judgment day.
Pledging his incessant allegiance to his matriarch and Queen
His actions are despicable and catastrophic to say the least.
It has filled my heart with fear and my stomach with disgust.
Appealing to ethereal choirs to chant Alleluia and intervene
Remembering waging war is invariably life’s grayest hour
A failure in negotiations where all souls wait to reconvene
So our conquistador will disgracefully turn his unrighteous back
His armor is soon dilapidated and his surroundings will devour
the preciousness of modesty as we recite our humble elegiac
describing the wandering castaways who hope he’s overpowered.
Curse and mock the false sincerity which fathers these thoughts of stress
recommending our dependency and destroying our brilliant oversight.
Conceiving our independence free from propaganda and media’s influence
we will resurrect our Pax Eterna with the assistance of a nonmaterial quest.