One dark night when the moon was bright,
And the air was crisp with fear and fright,
There were ghostly groans and demons that glared,
And the nostrils of the Chupacabra twitched and flared,
Say a Prayer for Darfur (Revised) (Warning for Mature Audience, violence depicted)
Cozy, thatched huts,
Tread softly, brothers and sisters,
For here slumber the slaughtered children of Darfur.
This little one clasps her hands, as if still praying to her God.
Nearby rest their butchered mothers and fathers.
Once there was a man
Who was very lonely.
He had no money.
He had no friends.
Crickle, crackle, slap, slap, slap,
An old man dressed in a newspaper suit and cap
Struggled and danced down the street,
Prancing and limping to avoid the heat.
Wandering narrow, crooked streets,
Past Lavender Place and Forget-me-not Way,
Lead to a shop on Looking Glass Lane.
Inside, an old cleaning woman
A child played a game.
Taking an old lattice from the garden,
she placed it in front of her open door,
A red veil was floating around the killer's head,
and his face was a cold, hard, mask.
He entered the execution chamber
and they strapped him to the chair.
When the hills blazed and ashes fell, mocking the snow,
When the city gasped at the ruby beast lashing and licking
at its homes and towers, I saw you - sweat streaked and
soot smeared - and I heard you hurl a curse at the flames,
Veiled in white mist the bells and chimes,
Rang out their ancient hymns and rhymes.
BONG, BONG, BONG, BONG,
Tling, ling, ling, ling...