I cannot see Yemen, Calcutta, or Darfur; do these exist?
Drones and cholera freely devour; famine and Death are loose in the world.
What four are these? Why does no one care to act on behalf of the trodden masses?
Am I delighted to see God’s Will decimate humanity and the planet?
Who will go for us to stand in the gap for this desolate sphere?
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Human agony flees the tetragrammaton of terror;
Pursued by the fourth, fatal horseman,
Rejected by jingoists clothed as Jesus; turned back to face death in utter despair;
Having reached and viewed the beginning of relief;
Captured and returned to torment with the full knowledge of freedom.
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God Incorporated has dropped the veil.
The Holy of Holies is now open and for sale.
No time for orphans and injustice, the poor we’ll always have among us.
Shareholders, politicians and lobbyists do the Trickster’s bidding;
All pretext gone, the myth dead, the unbridled four, rule through their greed and lust.
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Our Mother groans beneath the weight of this horseflesh.
Swirling debris, increasingly for the eye to see;
Acidification approaches; the tipping point nears; oceans dying
Tortured by her children’s incessant scraping, boring and drilling
She colludes to rid herself of our dominion.