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Lo! “The attention span is very short!”-

These words  enunciated Socrates,

It’s him that speaks, not me, - he can afford

To point out facts that are too  obvious.



They will not sing of  heroes, but forget

To pay due tribute of enduring worth,-

For martyred innocents that lost their head;

This grieves the heavens and the planet earth.



But I shall sing and none can silence me

And those refusing song are empty shells,

Thus let me sing of heroicity

And blow the trumpet and ring  all the bells



And here we go:



Fabrizio Quattrocchi

Fabrizio Quattrocchi, Hero Hail!

Assassinated by thug murderers,

And coward kidnappers, you did not quail

Before the barbarous bandits in their lairs.

Jewel you are! - Italia be proud!

Remember evermore his martyrdom!

Authentic, glorious martyrdom that showed

The world heroic a piaculum.



No deal, no truce with devils, lo! - no deal!

Who deals with devils will come to regret

The bargain, with the monsters shrill and chill,

Malheur who falls into the devil’s net

Fabrizio Hail! for you did boldly stare

Into their murder eyes and did defy,

And asked your barbarous executioners

To save the hood and look into your eye!



And you dear Alice sweet of Genoa,

Your friend showed how Italian heroes die!

He won’t forget you, nor Italia,

But send his blessings forth from heaven high.

Lord God please make the brave Fabtizio

Protector of his land and of his kin,

Be proud Italia and bow low

Before your Fabrizio, your son AMEN!



Fabrizio was the Italian hostage executed by terrorists. He tore the hood off and asked his executioner to look him into the eye.











Margaret Hassan,

A Second Mother Teresa -

Named Angel of Compassion

Director of CARE

Dedicated her life to help Iraqis





Brave Margaret Hassan kidnapped by the ghouls

Pleads weeping for her life, the world could see.

A captive of the monsters with no souls,

That hit the bottom of depravity!

She toiled to help Iraqis in their plight,

Helped build the  hospitals of charity,

But was abducted from her working site

By representatives of infamy.



Lo! Al Jazeera networks take great pride

To show the tapes of her captivity,

Her terror, and her dread, - and take delight,

To show the saintly woman's agony..

A network that contaminates, befouls,

Infects with craven broadcasts fiendishly,

Serves as the tool ideal for the ghouls,

To wreak their  bottomless depravity.



Their hapless victim, saintly Margaret,

Kidnapped  by deputies of infamy,

Who grin and threaten to slice off the head

Of Iraq’s  paragon of charity.

Bards write of autumn glory, kids and feasts,

On nature’s marvels, trees and Halloween,

But trembling  Margaret somehow they missed,

And missed her pleading eyes on TV’s screen.



How will not emphasize with her and  pray!

For her   who kept Iraqis clothed and fed,

Now tortured by the ghouls about to slay

The  head and chief of CARE - sweet  Margaret.



(Margaret Hassan has since been executed)

























Paul Johnson







Inhuman cowardice - Paul Johnson too-

A man for whom no labor was too tough

Another one that now the world can view

As nightmare vision with the head cut off.

Paul Johnson, peace and glory onto you!

Prey of the viper brood spawned forth from hell.

Oh martyr, veritable, proven true!

Let cantors chant for you and ring the bell.  



What lonely death you suffered Paul, dear Paul!

To sit blindfolded ’mongst the terror horde;

What dread and anguish must have filled your soul,

Your sacrifice to glorify the Lord!

Glib  - Mullahs and sly  Imams don’t speak up,

Their voices mum. tongue-tied,- can not be heard,

While horrors are committed by their flock.

The   clerics have to murder thugs deferred.



Recite, declaim with zeal from the Koran,

But turn a blind eye to  atrocity,

Neglect to use authority to ban  

And to denounce their subjects’ savagery.

Custodians of their  faith, that perhaps nod,  

And in the cockles of their hearts  agree-

Attractive and appealing is a God,

That does permit crime with impunity.

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They ’r tutoring a flock, but don’t forbid,

Nor check the terrorists’ abysmal hate,

Defiling and debasing thus their creed,

Assassin butchers shouting:” Allah is great!”

Apocalyptic Nightmare Acolytes!

That grinning on pale lurid horses sit,

To  spew  forth  chaos and extinguish light,

And usher in the darkness of the pit.



How many more beheadings hold in store

For us the fiends or  bombers homicide?

And nightmares horrid, oh how many more?

Of  stomach-curdling views and  deadly blight

Pray to the Lord, pray, pray, lest by surprise

The  fiends with foul assistance have their way,

And reach their goal,-- our legacy’s  demise,

Protect us from  such evil Lord we pray!







Nick Berg



Oh Nick! dear Nick you are a victim too,

Of the masked varmints' bestiality!

And viewers  shaking at the dreadful view

Feel what they see is not reality.

So very young and handsome are you Nick!

There sitting on a seat in in grip of dread,

Masked ghouls surround you,- shadows malefic

That will saw off with blunted blades your head.



Your countenance speaks dread and agony.

Who ‘mongst the many viewers emphasize,

With your ordeal Nick    sufficiently,-

Mere shivering revolt does not  suffice.

Garbed in red-orange quietly you sit,

What horror in your heart Nick you must feel?

The viewers watch and view dispirited

While down their spine run shivers’ icy chill.















Journalist Daniel Pearl







Outrageous murder of a Journalist,

The horrifying killing in cold blood,

Another victim of the terrorists.

A man like him for our earth too good.

He too fell victim of the force of hell,

In spectacle for all the world to see,

This brilliant journalist, named Daniel,

Him too a victim of atrocity.



A journalist, whose only mission was

To give voice to a trod-down voiceless mass,

Thus,  stumbling stone for agents of the pit,

His life, - and so they made an end of it.

Reporter keen, musician sensitive,

Builder of bridges, savvy, wise and learned,

For whom his beneficiaries grieve,

And who for freedom of the trod-down yearned.



His babe, yet to be born,  and see the light,

His shuddering-  beloved spouse must see,

Behold the horror,  paralyzed with fright,

The processes of the atrocity.

Lo! by a blunted butcher knife he fell,

His head sawed off by minions of hate,

Mephitic vermin ghouls  spawned forth from  hell,

That  make our planet foul and desolate.



O Daniel, - of our Sacred  Writ!,

Oh Daniel great prophet you of yore!

Call forth the savage  creatures from  the pit,

And let  apocalyptic lions roar!









I dedicate   this song to martyrs Five

To make it known that they are not forgot

And  further victims, - that  may lose their live,

Be crowned as martyrs by Almighty God!



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I missed some  heroes in above galore

Of sainted martyrs, - I regret deplore!

These latter martyr too are now at Home

And hold in hands the palm of martyrdom.





Jack Hemsley - beheaded

and KimSun-il - beheaded

Eugene Armstyrong - "

And several others.







© Elizabeth Dandy