An anti-fascist poem about the approach of the Apocalyse |
I’ve seen the Angel of the Apocalypse She says that she’ll be here soon, For all the evil, sinning folk She says she is bringing doom. The money changers with bloated salaries Will be the first to feel her wrath, The poor, downtrodden, unemployed Are the ones who shall be saved. The pollies* in their chauffeured cars Will feel her God-like might, As for them the World comes to an end As daytime turns to night. Rivers of blood will flow in the streets As she slaughters the rich and corrupt, Her judgment shall be swift and brutal for some As through her, God’s will shall erupt. For God has had more than enough Of sloth, and of stealth and of greed, Of rich and bloated high-fliers Who proudly steal from the people in need. So the wrath of the Lord Is coming to Earth soon, To render the world much more liveable Or leave it as desolate as the moon. The Angel of the Apocalypse Will soon have to decide Whether we deserve to be helped back to the path of the righteous? Or whether the entire human race has to die? *Pollies is Aussie slang for Politicians. THE END © Copyright 2011 Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia |