Sunday Whirligig 20
mariachis mortuary meth maybe missed mouths
magician many mutants midnight motor more
no mortuary for these many missed parents
magically annihilated by the midnight mutants
struttin' and puffin' in their jack boots and stahlhelm
riding zundapp motor bikes
no crystal meth for this lot just zyklon B crystals
as jews lay open mouthed on the shower room floor
more corpses for the ovens
the surviving fragile children
play with the fervour of mariachis
on their balalaikas and fiddles
some day they will smile again - maybe
Unlike other beasts mankind kills for pleasure not need. Each generation keen to do as well as the last.
ReplyDeleteA never ending story. And one we can do little or nothing about.
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Sometimes only a well-worn Wow! will do - this is such a time. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI see a faint ray of hope in your closing word: maybe...
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