She Is As Old As Order
She speaks to improve the silence over time
Limited words for ears who wait the chime
A citizen of three orbits away shield heat
She noticed our world offered her a seat
When chosen leaders may choose themselves
When pyramid schemes push virtues to old shelves
When sleepy masses go slip slowly into hell
When no one hears but she rings and rings the bell
She is old and visit only when vices our claim
When no one's left mans' madness here to tame
She wears a sliky out of fashion paler dress
She is summoned when holy men don't bless
Her blindfolds do not permit certain few to save
Behind her drag shovels for prince and peasant's grave
If systems were with old stars made at least
She would not visit on man's misery to feast
She is a sister of naked mother nature here
Sent to help to show a better way to steer
Really does not matter if we expect her fatal touch
She feels her way and responds to greedy much
It's banned to spell her name in company polite
We are taught to hush the whisper of her delight
As gold is heaped up locked up by the greedy
For investment reasons ignoring the needy
If you see her now her upright pose and neat
Moving gracefully never demanding rightful seat
She is patient and stately waiting to be announced
All goodness by many the invite as men denounced
Her name is Chaos and she does not overstay
Please make no effort as it's politics at play
Before you know she'll feel her way around
We all invited her please don't look astound
Arno Le Roux 2015
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