Ben Heine - Cartoons) What would thou want us hear; Blind demons squat above us eyeing this sacred world, Barefoot giants swim our streets and forests unnoticed, Gigantic godheads kneel `tween our standing worlds, Medusa rises to greet us with a droll, frowning death, Arab snakes coil `round snowballs along the Tigris, The deceased will shake themselves upright again, The bloodthirsty saints stride near our latent sleep, The shadows of beasts come too distant our own, The knotted rope hangs slack in the rigid wind, The weapons of destruction are pointed inward, That another madman’s `bout to happily kill, Stone horses mount the fury of passive death, Day’s light looms large upon our darkness, Or is't that the blue faces of deceit are smiling upside down?
What would thou want us hear;
Blind demons squat above us eyeing this sacred world,
Barefoot giants swim our streets and forests unnoticed,
Gigantic godheads kneel `tween our standing worlds,
Medusa rises to greet us with a droll, frowning death,
Arab snakes coil `round snowballs along the Tigris,
The deceased will shake themselves upright again,
The bloodthirsty saints stride near our latent sleep,
The shadows of beasts come too distant our own,
The knotted rope hangs slack in the rigid wind,
The weapons of destruction are pointed inward,
That another madman’s `bout to happily kill,
Stone horses mount the fury of passive death,
Day’s light looms large upon our darkness,
Or is't that the blue faces of deceit are smiling
upside down?