Chapter 1: Aldopho AvellinoA Chapter by Washington IrvingThis book's introductionYoung Avellino stood atop The towering square podium With lifeless eyes that stared at him From below in the stadium To his right, Avellino had Four Generals to fight the war And to his left the Police stood To kill all those who protested Standing in the podium stairs Was Avellino’s secret guard Who, when at night, went out to find Rebellious conspirators Poised atop the square podium Avellino met each staring eye And cracked a smile for them to see Then spoke to address the country “As long as I still have my might Fair people, we will continue To invade the surrounding land And purge them, cleaning up the earth Though many stand opposing me This is but a minor setback Through blood and sweat and infantry Their lines will crumble and collapse Our armies are superior Our armour’s fuel will be their blood Their soldiers are not brave enough To even stand in front of us And woe be they who welcome us Into their foreign lands with guns No one shall be spared from our fire If they so raise their fist to us With fire, God is commanding me, To set afire the heretics; The foreigners, the immigrants, All those who are not one of us Our proud country, which burns so bright Is the only light for the Earth It is the folly of grown men To lead their people against us The people of those other lands Are soon to realize the truth That righteousness is in our hands And we will purge their wickedness The dirt of our society I will deal also with swiftly The atheists, Muslims and Jews Disband before I get to you For when I find you stirring here Polluting this land’s purity A hell, on Earth, I have for you To burn for all eternity This Christian land of where we stand Was gifted and chosen by God And by his name I will proclaim The heathen mass will soon be gone For if I find a heretic A cross with nails will have his name He’ll be crucified, like the Lord To instil a fear of our God Women and child, the young and old, If lawless then no matter who, Share between them a common fate; All fodder for the furnaces The bleeding hearts who cry out foul And say that I am much too harsh I lead today the greatest land Which is this way by bloodied hands I stand here now by way of death Attempted coups, rebellions All these quelled by my iron rule This nation stands because I do To countrymen who doubt my ways Doubt not me but our Father, God For I have been sent by Lord God; All who deny me, deny Lord God” After Avellino finished The crowd below looked up at him And with a sudden whistle blow The crowd broke out in happy cheers A Jewish man amidst the crowd Was shortly found by the police He was killed while his wife outside Was getting beat and sodomized Since Avellino came to power His secret guard searched every day For all ethnic minorities To drag them to specific camps The first camp was for hard labour The other was for pure torture But if too young or ill to work The furnaces was their last stay The secret guard also sought out The non-Christians who hid away And when were found, a cross for them Would be their final grave display Avellino, age Thirty-Four Spent most his days plotting against His friends and all his family And the countries that bordered him In power for a decade’s time He brought down to their trembling knees His former allies to absorb Their nations and their treasuries From a small country in the west Avellino made an empire Expanding steadily eastward His sole enemy was the world © 2016 Washington IrvingAuthor's Note
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Added on February 10, 2016 Last Updated on February 10, 2016 Tags: Adolpho Avellino, Poem, Iambic Tetrameter, Dictator AuthorWashington IrvingVancouver, CanadaAboutI'm someone, and you're someone too. I'm sure you understand. more..Writing
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