hear this, royals and peasants
every woman and man
tell each generation that comes
so all may understand
a swarm of consuming evil
has cut and stripped every branch
a legion of locusts
has invaded the land
the light has now left my eyes
curse the day i was born
this decay has entered my bones
and now i burn
i cannot un-see this, i will not un-feel it
i am a man of unclean lips, of a people of unclean lips
though hands are lifted up, they will not be seen
though many prayers are offered, they will not be heard
my hands remain covered with the blood of the innocent
seething illness.
ruthless weakness.
grief so endless.
treachery.
treachery.
recognize this hideous truth:
we feed our children on an atmosphere of deception and corruption
our young raised into coldness and cruelty
among parents who are, ourselves, estranged from love
as we bind ourselves to transient vice -
dead fettered to living
in a union of souls
the strong shackled to foolish
young bound to the old
all to delusion
all to decline
all to decomposition
all to demise