The Gates Of Hell

I never knew I could imagine so many doors in a place I've never heard from million miles away so many cries From two thousand years away a red rustic palace Can be seen ablaze, one can feel the heat and the lies Reverberated. Hell is where the hardest criminals Are rotting, notably Hitler, Idi, Tito, a few marshals Countless dictators, thieves, rapists, judges, murderers Racists, swindlers, wife-beaters, liars and commanders I won't cite more names to avoid too many controversies The doors of Hell are everywhere; it is easy to go in But once inside, you cannot get out or exit as you please The fire is inextinguishable, the heat burns the spleen And the vital organs first in an inexplicable manner Then the skin turns into a suffocating white sulfuric powder Hell is not where anybody should want to go, but unfortunately A high percentage of humans are heading there sorely and surely. Copyright © June 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry