Alchemisland

Don’t mean ancient Alien episodes on TV

History on repeat, it is thirty or forty three

Is it third or fourth reich Germany

A long journey through unsteady peace terminates

The war plants begin to germinate, rose-shaped grenades

Warzones made of streets where children used to play

Keep a handy spade, in case you need a quick grave

Keep gardens unpaved grassy, grave reason I gave

Hitler’s face in a Roma’s aromatic tea leaves

A cold hand squeezing her shoulder

She looks over to empty space, prays it was the breeze

Feeling long-seeded, long-sleeping evil wheezing back to life

Devildealings, I stare at my peeling ceiling

All my paintings concern upheavals

I read the creed for revelation

Aryan Race believers in my card readings

Do not be amazed when these things come to pass

Alas, another pass of the wheel

Boot sounds resounding through the streets

How sweepingly change comes hazardous

Caring as much for their feelings as they do for mine

Ex miners populate bread and soup lines

Like in penal times, poorhouse deprived years

Deaf blind mute leaders, dressed up in theatres

Ears shuttered to screamed pleas

Bleeding teats of unmotherlies

The compliant are occupied with the enforcement of bureaucracy

The defiant are shot and piled, blanketed with quicklime per policy

Takeover by fascist bastards, opposing strongholds popping up on maps

Governmental collapse, a dictator’s hands take the mantle, who asked

Who didn’t ask, everyone who stood idly by as the world turned to ash

Your grandkids won’t ask what did you do, sitting on your knee

The world won’t exist for them, there won’t be any air to breath

Cities will be beneath the sea, toxicity from corporate greed.