The Water Snake has slithered into our calendar,
And begins to coil the days into a sepulcher.
All the gold hoarded by Dragon already rolls
Out of Wall St banks into the dark caves of trolls.
The flying robots of Big Fist continue to kill
Innocents, and the blood of democracy spill.
Petty and grand tyrants have Moloch in common,
As children are sacrificed to the rage of men.
We have invested with care in the future of hate,
But pray that the God of peace smile on our fate.
Singular idiots in the age of double think,
Our rhetoric is full of unbelievable stink!
As the love of Thanatos coils around the neck,
Darvish whirls and whirls to stay among the quick.