Letter To Satan Poem by Charles Jagongo

You Satan
In whose blood do you swear?
Whose bloody hand do you wear?
You Satan

The World cries
Your cold, sadistic teeth sink so deep
Carcasses lie in battle fields, eyes hauntingly sunk so deep.
The World cries.

Your Messengers
In pinstriped suits, cut deals of greed and death
The valleys, plains, stink with death!
Yours Messengers

God sees you
His time is here, your teeth in hell you'll grind
The numbers are counting; wages shall be paid in kind
God sees you!