WHEN MONSTERS PROSPER

When monsters prosper
Pain strangles the lean neck of our land
And we squirt tears into God’s eyes
Then move on with faces like broken glasses
As our dreams groan under tyranny’s feet
We lie stifled and silent in cold grip

When monsters prosper
Prophets read the spreadsheet of future in error
And prophecies miss the road like stray bullets
The shame is a heavy cross to carry
Until nerves come to breaking point
Now the world awaits a greencard to be torn

When monsters prosper
The world deals its final blow
On the sorry faces of disgruntled wailers
What should one make of God
When one’s prayer grow mucor in his KIV drawer
And all you can is ‘it is well’

When monsters prosper
We shall enthrone the villain
And armed masquerades will dance in cathedrals
A deluge will certainly come
A raging flood of zombies will overrun the land
And corpses will surely litter the streets

When monsters prosper
Pray you don’t walk on corpses on your way home
The moon will be painted red and stars black
And soldiers will run mad with anger
Before thunder deroof the world
Then bullets will be sweet melody to our ears

When monsters prosper
He owls shall lead the choir of night and day
Bats will stand sentry at noon
Plus vultures will head the jury
You better mourn the sick world upfront
Because monsters will toss the globe on their middle finger.

When monsters prosper
They shall rise like a penis in erection
Blood will flow down the puffy cheeks of the land
Because monsters are hungry for blood sacrifice
Just read the signs in the eye of time
Monsters will see the broom and Passover.