I have to tell you right now
your prayers are in doubt
as word, my word is out.
God has spoken
man is at death’s door
fighting on every plane
no word for him to heed
such as this so hideous war.
I want told, by you who are to care
to stop that prayerful moan down there.
The ears are aching
the whole universe destroyed
what next you foolish idle folk
a war, a war – so mad of mind you are.
Give over, give to me a chance
to re-work your conscience,
a rewiring at best
then perhaps foolishness dies
and gentle as a lamb to be to you
I can then love and caress.
God so has spoken – the word is out
‘love you neighbour’.
Or hell on this plane of Earth
is about to bleed hence forth
as I the Almighty cause a catastrophic roar
and all you minnows will be no, no more.
August 30th, 2015
Tags: The Long War