Mason Maestro


The Watchers - Poem by Mason Maestro

Blind date with the sons of watchers
We got giants from hot daughters
When the world went all awry
The waters came for forty nights

A redder shade of sky on a whiter shade of lies
This planetary path is turning out our fate

Winds, flat out
Earth’s so beautiful to look at through a storm
Freeze, don’t move
It’s the electro-magnetic form
Polar shift
Rotation lift and there’s another crop formation in the corn

Oh my god, oh my god, oh your god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, over god
It’s everybody’s god-
A jolt of lightning rod-
The bolt in Aaron’s rod strikes at a single nod
The worlds collide
Yet all of us in this cosmic plane remain ordained

They have chosen to have born
Institutions governing that is forlorn
The truth we won’t find comical
the book is not canonical
the watchers are to blame
For the infiltration of the human race aim

Quakes, erupt
Cyclones ravage the land during a meteor swarm
Bees don’t prove
Whether weather brewed the world’s worst ice storm
Polar shift
Devastation swift and there’s another abduction being mourned

Oh my god, oh my god, oh your god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh your god, oh his god, over god
It’s everybody’s god-
A jolt of lightning rod-
The bolt in Aaron’s rod strikes at a single nod
The worlds collide
Yet all of us in this cosmic plane remain ordained


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 8, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, December 5, 2011


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