This City Poem by kathryn madonna

This city of sin
stinks like a bin
of rubbish and decay
dignity crushed alone the way

call it a city of churches
...you are already cursed

the bright lights
what a sham
something to please
something to tease

it is the lions den of old
blood you might behold
the tainted gold
there is the girl
snaking around the pole
tantalising the crowd
she is barely sixteen
black rubber tied around her skin
....and they slobber
drool falls from their lips
cheer as she is bound
don't cut her down
need her to stay
money they will pay

The tribes sit on their sacred ground
they are silent now
the magic is all but gone
drowned out by the tears
the fears
the jeers
too many beers
then there is the wine
they like to dine
if all else fails
we call it how to reconcile

the traffic - why does it not cease
stop for a while
find the peace
stop completely
don't even wonder why

i think i will bomb this city
smash it with all my might
I am one person but I do not stand alone
There is an army with me
Each and every step of the way
We are going to tear it all down
Burn it to the ground
We do not need guns or thugs
Matches or a light
Run and hide...

here comes the fright

we do not need anything

we bring only ourselves
you will see heaven and hell
you will see the aged you made undignified
they screech with molten flames
it is going to pour all over you
fool you did not see what was inside
they were still there

there will be the babies you tore to pieces
the womb you broke
their scars they now carry with pride
this is bona-fide
the real thing
it only sings
and that song rains down on you

and you fathers
we will tear out your tongues with our teeth
find out what father men
then you may see
you were never meant to be
how dare you carry that name
bow your head in shame
you wanted your sons to be just like you
and you mothers we are coming after you too

pigs and swine
our pearl was never your wine
you will drown gasping for breath
in the tears we wept

our arm has those who stood tall
the elders, the wise
the shamans, the gods
those who sat on a hill for 40 days and 40 nights
the man who did not talk to a soul
they all turned their back
watch out now 'cause we are going to bury you in the sack

and just when you thought it was through
finally you will be through
imagine that night
think metaphorically
some will call it armageddon
sent from heaven
it was nothing really
all came from within
so cheers to you
this city of sin


(c) kathryn Madonna
April 2009
original october 2005