a strange age

We sure are living in a strange age
Here bats fly high, stalk the sky
Wait like vultures to kick the horse
Whenever that elegant creature falls.

Now witches rule the world
Angels hide their faces
In agony and shame
witches mock and call them names.

Monkeys don suit and boot
By copying the perfect specimens
They boast they have become the best
Specimens of human civilization.


We are ruled by beggars and choosers
They sell their soul buy the earth
They hope everyone else to applaud
Their “courage and expertise” or else die.

And oh the outnumber goodness so much!!!!