Deception Demonic - Poem by John Parsons
I see them, two
I dare not approach
Their response would be that of a Nazi to a Jew
But, their terrority I shall encroach
They are wolves, demons
Dressed like sheep, angels
Come to eat and attract prey, and sell Guns
How dare they, thinking my friends are Fools.
They set up bait
Attract two, thinking it'll open a Career Gate
They glanced through booklets, while I ate
I'll make sure my scouting and looting are rate
You see, I've come to show the way
To a Life, not a premature Death Day.
I don't approach, I might have a Jew seal
And the Gestapo and SS on my heel.
I'll see that you fail
I shall blow your devilish work with a gale.
When you are on top
I'll pull the rug
Force you to bottom
Down with your dirty work they call War
I'll throw your efforts down the corridor.
Down with your Hellish Vocation, known as Legalized Murder
And endless worship and human sacrifice to Der Furher.
While your at Mount Everest, I'll see to it that you fall
I'll denounce you, to Berlin's appal.
While you trek Niagra Falls, you shall slip on a banana peel
I'll set your work ablaze, and shall you make you kneel.
(13 May 2008)
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