Distant sounds,
Exploding flesh,
Children silenced.
The tigers of hell shall have their feast upon the source,
Their jaws shall disinter the hubris,
Their teeth slay it. O! The tigers of hell shall consume these times
And the land between the rivers will burst forth!
Nearer sounds,
Beating heart,
Children cavorting,
Tigers drinking the resonance of youth upon their table.
We have become sick with the taste of oil,
Sick with the caress of money we’ll never see,
Sick with the yearning of death’s witness,
Sick with the rancid torture of pasty flesh.
Perverse is our influence within this world,
Like rats gnawing deep into their own decay.
We have rooted for the abundance of war,
We've entrenched ourselves of hatred throughout the globe
And tunneled deep into our own pale marrow.
We’ve turned our faces away from the radiance
And, instead, bent necks in worship of the shadows.
Why do they hate us?
(Bombing a people into submission.)
How could one despise such principled living?
(Surrounded in barbed wire freedom.)
Why do they long to be a part of this nation?
(Curbing forethought for expedience.)
How can one desire to infiltrate the epithet of evil?
(Parroting terrorism as technique to defeat it.)
When you create more darkness than illumination
It is time, people, to rethink the ingenious process.
Distant sounds,
Exploding flesh,
Children silenced.
The tigers of hell shall have their feast upon the source,
Their jaws shall disinter the hubris,
Their teeth slay it.
O! The tigers of hell shall consume these times
And the land between the rivers will burst forth!
Copyright © 2006 mrp
Inspired by a FLIMSY SANITY
