Pitiful Prophecy Of Despair.
Pitiful Prophecy of despair.
In many a paradise once stood
lovely palm groves, each an
oasis of calm and peace,
but warring men said nay,
it does not fit our plan
and in seconds it
became a napalm grove.
Tiny tots once danced
in the streets
to the mystical ancient
sound of sitar and flute,
now they dance on one leg,
rendered them flamingos,
burned pink and left limbless.
Promises become premises,
upon which to build rhetoric
as to why we must make war,
and premises become primeval
and barbaric as men butcher men
to establish democracy
where all are treated equal?
God gave men free will but
soon will free us from the
madness it has wrought.
legsageddon on too,
it walks across the middle east,
stomping it's feet, in Israel ,
and Afghanistan, Iraq, Saudi Arabia,
and Iran.....as well as in an oval office
somewhere west of the middle east.
Make peace amongst yourselves,
hug children and sing them tales
of love and joy, for soon the world
may darken with the shadow of the beast,
and innocence will be slain forever
from this planet, after all who
are worthy are spirited away.
Peace to you and yours
Godspeed to the resolution of man's woes.
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