Perhaps there’s mercy in the skies, <br />although the Spaniards have seen none. <br />The tears of horror in their eyes <br />reflect the fury of the sun <br />lifting the curtain over dawn. <br />They know that Orlov’s Reds were there: <br />a priest lies bludgeoned on the lawn, <br />and Christian Spain lies struck at prayer.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barcelona-1936/
