Slumber remains in restlessness, come east or west

Come rising, falling chest, come worst or best

 

Mindlessness parallels the weight of the world

That never ceases to spin when Armageddon unfurls

 

A mothers heart shatters by the blowing of candles

She’s 5, he’s 8 by ruinous shambles

 

Ribcages protrude at the foot of the table

Not a scrap to be offered come frail, come stable

 

Joyous ecstasy in guiltless frivolity

By slaughter, by death, by shameless depravity

 

Flowers on windows by rape of the land

Grinding the cow by the birds in the sand

 

Percussion from speakers filling warm room

By marching of soldiers, dead babe in dead womb

 

Sun rises in east by setting in west

Come ruling of worst, suppression of best

 

We live, we breathe, we cry, we die

World spins, world stops, come day, come night