I hate the grim necropolis
that has claimed your bones
there’s nothing here but charnel
and the memories of ghosts
I cannot leave you here
cold and all alone
so meet me in the morning
when the sunlight splits the sky
and we shall dance
in pastures green
like a pair of butterflies
.
they’re out to get me
the gossip mongers
and their lynching crew
I killed two birds
with only one stone
they called me sorcerer
I said I was just lucky
they said I was too lucky
and pointed to my women
they said I’d cast a spell
to bind them to me
and that I was father
to every bastard child
in their bastard town
I said I wished I was
for then I’d have an army
to always stand right by me
because I could not deny
my own flesh and blood
and they would know
their father’s love
instead of the hatred
of the rumour peddlers
and the vicious mob
.
back in the day
we had idiot sanctuaries
moored offshore
on the emerald ocean
where fat cats
would call the shots
for the man
who called the shots
before the last nations fell
the top banana
sat on a gilded throne
while continental flunkies
manned his 24 hour hotline
he had a legal mandate
to commit the perfect crime
no-one ever saw him coming
but everybody knew
from his bloody footprints
exactly where he had been
he was the master of ceremonies
for the great false dawn
they say that it shone brighter
than a thousand suns
.
she always returned affection
she said she felt obliged
I told her she was easy
and she did not reply
.
there’s a niche
for every parasite
within the human zoo
where there’s pain
there is also gain
in a bitter economy
where one man’s sorrow
might be the cause
of another’s rejoicing
.
