your disillusioned Frankenstein self
uncaring children - We the macabre gods
children dressed in hollow darkness
hungry bride - we the hypocrisies of the world

hopeless
romantic
fantasizing
in the seas of blood

children
starved
eyes wyld     half-mad
processing the centuries of indignation
heaped
on them by their parents
          their parents' parents
          their parents' parents' parents
endless cycle

see the children running
hysterical weeping
down the street savages
pint-sized lORDS oF tHE fLIES
murder on their mind
the Axe of Vengeance brandished
     cleaving
hitmen of the masses

Oh, Lor! Dear Children!
hear them weeping on the mountainside
     humming murder ballads
they cry out for Justice in the playground yards
     Justice on the homefronts
     cannibalistic -- mother's flesh dangling from their hungry fangs

they are the disheveled
     the forlorn
forgotten emasculations of your loins
they are the helpless
the voiceless
the eager hungry masses
     starving in need for a saviour
     starving in need
          for a caring hand
               a soft word
               a tender embrace

Hear them!
Hear them!
Hear them sing!
Dancing --
     wholesome pagan festivities
     caught up in the May Pole
     dangling shrunken heads of masters of industry
          on chains -- shackled 'round their feet

woe are they
wallowing in the sins of their (F)ather
in religious fever of impending doom

children of the millennia
children of the world

they're sparing themselves the horror --
     swimming in the ocean
     swimming with the dolphins
     drowning without a care in the fishing nets
taste of salt -- sublime reverie

Oh, young mothers
can't you hear your babies screaming?
wailing against the world?
singing the Redemption Song
lying down
     face to the ground
as men pass judgement on men
     pass judgement on life

Is there any sweet Zen to be found
amongst the teachers and preachers
lawyers, political money-movers?

emasculation

Stop commercializing the fairy tales
turning the Dream into cash-cow poisoning the Bhramaputra

city scorned children
hollow eyes lost in platitudes of filth and decay
groping groping groping
picking flesh discarded by fat sewer rats
dare you turn your eyes away any longer?
these are your brother's keepers
the Innocent under the Sun
go ahead,
throw your nickels at them
tonight they lie hiding under your pillows
seeping into your sleep
and will steal your breath away

tonight
     the children of the world gather en masse
     fingers on the trigger of instruments of murder
tonight
     the children return to their parent's bed
tonight
     the children will weep no more