Chapter 1: Aldopho Avellino

Chapter 1: Aldopho Avellino

A Chapter by Washington Irving
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This book's introduction

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Young 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 Irving


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