it’s the time of the parochial
baby
tread with care;
it’s the time of fear and violence
walk with eyes
before and behind you
the barbarians are everywhere
tearing down libraries;
there are demon contortionists
who can bend Truth and sense;
and there is violence
blessed by God
and justified in anyone’s Holy Book
there is a man
who looks at how you dress
and look;
there is a team taking notes
the mindless are everywhere
and they want to eat your minds;
there is blackhole-distortion
and everything you might hold dear
is taken to be twisted and turned
look to your mind baby
look to your heart;
there’s the dread of Satan
who walks in God’s clothes;
they try and take what you got
and give you salt and sand to eat
it’s the time of the parochial
baby
tread with care;
it’s the time of fear and violence
walk with eyes
before and behind you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem