ELEGY TO THE NIMROD DEAD
ELEGY TO THE NIMROD DEAD A roar racks Nimrod; flames rend to devour Shards slam to earth; blood and bones spew The vulture Woe swoops; his foul talons scour. An inferno of ire sears the morals askew that machete lives pure lest the funds deplete. With dearth of arms our troops ill contend Brown heed... Sign in to see full entry.