The Apocalyptical Weed
The Pontius nations sat around tables with their heads in the sand. While George W Herod determined his
own brand.
chorus ...
Of justice, of democracy,
of the 'will of the freeworld'
to find a freedom for Palestine
while the oil flows.
While oil pipelines grew, Tomahawks flew
over Afghanistan and Iraq in search of the hooded crow.
When disaster unfurled, the crow could not be found
and remains "presumed dead."
But the hooded crow had a nest, in which the young had prospered.
They grew to adulthood, protected by rocky inclines and fate.
They learned to initiate disaster, carry weapons, with little reaction, cus they carried no flag or nation, only
a voice of desperation.
The strong sought to dissipate them, by force, by media, by whispering campaigns, but as we all know "the
meek shall inherit the earth."
And so it proved, the four horsemen confirmed, twas a good day for a fight. On the dawn of the devil, the hooded
crows flew into the most sophisticated society on earth. There they left seeds of weeds, to multiply and infect.
The apocalyptical weed devoured its intended, as the scriptures had forecasted (Matthew 13). The hooded crows
returned to their cliff face. The Reaper left fertile soil for the meek to return to the soil and build upon the
destruction.
copyright StephenBanshee 2002
Published on the internet, with permission
