PEOPLE CARRY AROUND OPINIONS AS IF THEIR SHOPPING
CARTS NEVER RUNNETH OVER. BUT ONE THING IS FOR
CERTAIN; WHEN THE BIG BOMB IS DROPPED, THOSE WHO
SURVIVE WILL NEED TO SIT UNDER THE MIGHTY MUSHROOM
OF ORANGE AND PREPARE TO BE DUSTED THROUGH AND
THROUGH! ALL BECAUSE TWO OLD MEN CAN'T MAKE HIDE-
NOR-TAIL OUT OF THE WRITING ON THE WALL!
WE RODE THE MUSHROOM HEIGHTS
Thanks to Old Men Who Declare War!
Here we both stand in the valley of decision
Over the horizon there comes a furious wind
Rise like the stallion stands on his hind-quarters
Taken shape of the Four Horsemen riding hard.
Marking the day to night in ugly, fowl, stench
Rise what's left of your fool hearted thoughts
Take a deep breath for you will vomit tragedy
Walk into mother's dream kitchen of yesterday.
The Shadow finally rose in the last of his year
Sloth to your envy did fight greed for his lust
Slapped him hard he did, in ill prepared demise
Caught him in the arms of the dark angel's lies.
They ran a perverse steeple chase for the prize
Who would be first to rape the world this day?
For men had long since become the wild beast
All living creatures rode the mushroom heights.
The sky, a huge crematorium of flesh and bone
No good morning star-shine, the earth says hello
What remains equals a million or so piece puzzle
Wild animals ravenous for left over table-scraps.
There is no speaking of any survivors any longer
For death gathered it's bounty of souls and spirits
Thanks to, "old men who declare war on each other
But it is our youth who must fight and die, H.H."
by Richard Lee Cook
[c]Copyright 2011
An SILVERFEATHER Creation
