The Hounds of Hell

The Hounds of Hell

Oh, Lamb of God and

Prophet of the Crescent Moon

and Solomon of the Six-point Star

the dogs of war

are snarling still

in Your Names

with the red blood

dripping from their jaws

The rattle of the drums

now are machine guns

crackling in the looming hills

chariots are clanking tanks

arrows become screaming jets

spears be roaring canons

swords now pistols

snarling in bedrooms

Yet the moans

of the wounded

the groans of the dying

and wails of black sorrow

for the silence of the dead

are still the same

The dogs of evil

are circling crows

with fell voices

cawing upon the wind

and are ravenous wolves

with maws dripping hate

offering vinegar on a lance

as chalice of wine

for the Lamb and Prophet and King

even as the four horsemen gallop in the sky

Oh, Lamb of God and

Prophet of the Crescent Moon

and Solomon of the Six-point Star

the dogs of evil mocking

Thou shalt not kill

have felled white dove

slain the strong lion at bay

and even children are nailed

screaming to the cross

and felled by scimitar

or into gas chamber

sent

in Your Names

Oh, People of The Book

can you not read or

are you too blind

with hate to see

those are our

very own

children

who are

dying

and

are you so deaf

or refuse to hear

that the hounds of hell

now for all of us are baying

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