The Cult of Ba’al
Hammon
In Carthage they killed children
If the Romans are to be believed
Infanticide as tribute to a god
Who from wizened hands could
Birth a winter foal or smash ships
And men to oblivion – whose mercy
Came in mild droughts
In summer rains
In the name of Ba’al Hammon did
Learned loving parents put their children
To the knife and when completely bled
They burned the tiny bodies
Till their little ones were
No more than ash
For the offering
We may be wise not to trust the Romans or
To want to think of slaughtered babes but
Now we know how easy it can be for any
Learned loving empire to sacrifice its children
For imagined safety
In exchange for nothing
But an idea
But an idea
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