The Devil Cried
the devil cried
two thousand people revolted and died
and found themselves taken to
the hill of tortured souls
god, slowly dripped out of the sky
and out there, somewhere, something knows
two thousand years of a religious icon
two thousand years of fear and rebellion
and bloody pointless fighting
remember that time of walking souls
as mankind trudged across the deserts
parachuting out of a ship
that leaves the fit so lame and makes people blind
but it is only ever a brightness the sky
and if we did not know before
then they would tell us why
if i was ever another person –
in times when we did not ask
then it was with the devil that i cried
who in themselves, was only ever us
made up of the things we are desperate to hide
the things that scream and shout
the things which are the most desirable master
the feelings we have inside
James Garratt – 1994
More poems at
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More about this blog, The Boy Behind the Glasses, here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/
More poems from 1994 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-1994/
The Devil Cried – Written Between Tuesday 15th February 1994 and October 1994 (Aged 18/19)
