Alchemisland

White gives to red

Red, red surrender

Hope turns to dread

Home is a mindset, a mindset at an end

Blowing out the last ember and it’s always winter next

Can’t read Teletext without shaking legs

So shocked I down the dregs and retire to rest

With a damp cloth Rambo-wrapped around my head

I wanted to go out and help but I sit in instead

Earth’s latest Yelp review “I wish I was dead”

And one from the aliens “This place should be condemned” 

What makes this rotten world go around? Well, bread

Look at these petulant Base Details majors, hardly well-bred

Hardly fit to represent themselves, let alone the rest

Sullying flags, dirtying crests with soul-lessening hatreds

Walking where our ancestors treaded, not one hundred

Years since we were here last, on His bedside trestle

Table a folder, bound in sable, marked Final Solution

The worst the worst of us are able

To muster, worse than the gusto and jingoism

Worse than the mustard gas, the armies mustering

Like the Rohirrim having slain invading westerlings

Betrayed like Freys feel vis a vi Jeyne Westerling

Upside-down kiss in the acid rain

Politicians keeping us like butterfly collections

Currently swimming inadvisable due to strong currents

They destabilise the currency but get their own bag out, a regular occurrence

We followed the money and found sordid obsessions, ephebic delectations

On an island Babylon-sinning, the leaders of our nations worship Satan

Only one way such sick cravings can be sated

Nothing to do with dove wing or halo

Siren singing in their eager-out silos, the payloads 

Evil rearing, teeming and thronging, froglike demons don’t need to lay low

Open scheming, malefic rays beaming, machines that implant dreams

The age of owning nothing for money, the age of streaming

The age of weaved steam, like the timeline we saw whilst Soul Reaving

Dreamcast, yeah, but out into the sea 

Before a horrified crowd of acolytes, the deified leader is revealed

As none other than the Devil’s sequel

Is it sickness or vaccine driving up these fevers

Thickness or vanity activating these believers

This is what you get when the dominant philosophy is first me

Betrayal, betrayal, a neverending story, Atreyu

Many of these terrible events are arranged.