Two Thousand Dead...

A mean of twenty
decked in gray, tan and mauve
dowsed in red turning brown

draped with linen
of red white and blue
forbidden for most eyes to see

A young passion
misled and abused
by beasts so hungry and shrewd

And brothers and sisters
to frightened to speak
let crimes continue unstopped

Believing the lies
veiling the windows
the parents silently weep

The wicked endure
at the head of the train
of gravy black and crude

Gold is in motion
from left hand to right
each weasel steals a taste

Puppets lead children
and priests urge them on
to spill Ishmaelian blood

A dragon is stirring
in the middle land
rousing to life once more

Its fire is growing
and soon may consume
food of eagles out west

With claws in the desert
and beaks in the ground
these birds notice naught

Gases and fumes
from poisonous wells
scalds the air and corrupts the mind

The seas start raging
and reason dissolves
pressure and friction soon peak

To prevent this fate
man must arise
and remove the addict's syringe

And silence the pulpit
naive to sins
of wardens to babies unborn

For god as a pawn
upon the snake's board
is exploited ever more

But its not too late
nor is it too hard
to end this sinister game

Two thousand dead
and more on the way
we haven't an instant to lose