When all good has died, and begins to rot
All who love truth and beauty begin to fret:
How did this nation embrace such evil?
What inspired such compact with the devil?
Was it the murder of the First American?
Was it the enslavement of the African?
What inspires the constant need for genocide?
What is it that we must so desperately hide?
Gaza is now the latest sacrifice to Moloch,
And the greatest hymn to “what-the-fuck”.
The Christ is bloodied by the motor car,
And the joyful face of his beloved scarred.
Darvish weeps for all those who cannot scream
To the Godman, wake us, now, from this dream.
