Who Had Spoiled The Show?

Muzzle the ape, that 
bleeds the tall tree, 
tearing apart the blue birds. 
I saw it coming. 

I was overwrought; watching a 
beheading― of the innocent, 
in the town square. 
People standing in queues to 
grab the voodoos. 

When you will end my woes 
basking in the glory of blood? 

O god, take away my chips, 
my papers, 
my pen. 

I am tired of this deceit of man. 
Everybody walks like a saint 
on the holy banks 
where flows the river of tears.