Apocalypse for Sale

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A depressing look at today's world

Submitted: November 05, 2012

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Submitted: November 05, 2012




A Golden Dawn is rising


the camera’s click the few,


the Greeks are out of options.


Immigration a convenient excuse.




Check your neighbour’s papers?


 Jews have seen this before,


African skin is burning


and kristallnacht knocks


 at victim’s door




Iran now plays with powerful dreams,


the prayers of ayatollah has a nuclear regime.


Syria drinks from wells of blood


As gunships harvest on freedom’s scream.




Israel is in therapy,


the Wailing Wall whispers


“Cut off the head of the vipers”


before your paradise is lost.


And all the while the Gaza strip burns,


for a Palestinian memory,


of Arabs who loved this land.




And far away the world rages on


New York is battered.


Nature is sending her message,


the dollar is not mightier than her


though the rich would disagree


and the poor of New Orleans cry


 remember me?




The flight of destiny turns on China shore


pouring progress over peasant’s land.


The poison that kills her rivers of life


will return in prophecy of ying and yang.


 Smog and contamination rolls in with profit


and a billion mouths will ask for more.




 Over the border the mafia rule


a Russia of convenient communism


though everything is for sale


Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy


or perhaps a steel works or two.




And what of mighty England


The nation grows old


Banking magicians have finished her off


Now you see the cash and now you don’t


So there’s nothing for you and a bonus for me.




The invisible hand will save this world


Pyramid selling of capitalism the plan.


Sell more tickets to tomorrow’s Armageddon,


more customers mean more wealth,


keep us breeding and the markets are up.




And should their scheme collapse,


there is always another war.


Idle hands can carry guns,


the dead will nourish these fields


and a computer will speculate the price of life


for life is a commodity,


which they have planned.




Foolish words of a dying race.


Easter Island the message


now planted in this western greed.


Our churches empty for aliens to ponder


Our bones to look over empty seas.




While the remnants of our gods look down


at the shadows of the dead


Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and world War 3


Can you guess what comes next?


Let’s roll the dice once more,


A double six and the other six is you.












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