Anger for you and the loathing of you can now fill a hot air balloon,
It’s fiery breathe could scorch you into kindling burned.
Eyes run with blood red tears and fists are at the ready far too soon,
Don’t try to hide and cower out of sight you have been warned.
Stand aside, we will not be intimidated by you, we have taken the knife from the wound,
It is our turn to strike at you with blades of sharp steel,
Come close if you dare that you may feel the fear and terror all around,
Watch as the young and innocent suffer as you turn the rack wheel.
I call upon the devil to wake you and set you on a new path,
Your ship is sinking your house is on fire,
Come face your accusers, the sweet girl with the joyous laugh,
Who lies with her face in dirt, and her hands tied with barbed wire.
What will you say to her, oh blessed one?
Will you quote some tired phrase from the good book,
Oh no, you will just giggle as you have always done.
It is only when I can lay my head on down feathered pillows
And close my eyes to the darkness and rest assured,
That finally, and with a sigh, it all becomes insensible again