Too
busy murdering religion to see us
Milling
around half-deserted streets in silence
With
bandannas and masks
To
protect from the smoke of still
Smoldering
building which lay
in
rubble,
Three
Blocks Away.
Ruins,
caves, corpses shot and reshot
Moment
after moment plot and replot.
You
passed a bill to drive us insane.
Your
interest set our children's
Hopes
to flame.
By
missile, bullet, boat, plane.
If you
don't rise, you drown
In
rooms that slowly fill with water.
Because
it has been determined that you will have
No
family,
No
mothers, No daughters.
Entrails,
details, I need more details
Reason
gives rise to dishonesty.
Sovereign
voices are silent,
Knowing
they are next, so they
Remain
quiet,
Yet
they give way to red smoke charred
Thoughts
and out of control flames
That
maim
and
signal the death of civility.
For
this shit in the ground is why you killing me.
Real
monsters don't exist you lie to
Them at
night,
but no
one's hearing.
It is
all ready too late for the secular.
For the
pagans are cheering...
Three
Blocks Away.
©
MG Hardie