NOMADS

The terrified float away from dire situations
Free souls no longer exposed to
Black Death and Fryer John at your door
Asking once more for the little ya have and ya first born
Land locked in a labyrinth of rain and fog
The green grass fertilized by rotten corpse
Creatures wait for nightfall to taste flesh
The old, women, kids and who ever clings on the limb of desperate
Has it come to this?
Is this all that is left?
Carry me away; winds blow me away from this place
Can’t stand it
Quacks who claim they are pure
The seer of Angles drown them selves
You still taste Rome in your wine
Leave love alone
The existence is far more than forbidden sex
Usury and sovereignty set the stage for all we see
The tree of branches with different leaves
The Root
Say it aloud charged with heresy
All hail my nation under the Almighty
Marching of the fools

Lost ya breath at the protest
The vote was progress in the leaders’ absence
All for the sake of the children
Laughs the statement
With its dirty hands that grip a muddy, shovel
The time is always right for tea
Not today though
The only sweetener is molasses
Just like the well-spoken public figure
Red runs the books
Parliament of crooks, who fish without hooks
Cause the net works
“Can’t believe that” is the expression, as fish gasp for air
Ever seen a bored billionaire that sits back and fondles
Twitter in his ergonomic chair
You put them there when you turned ya nose up to the other guy
The people and their parties parlay at ponzi support rallies
Its in the message
The view of the world making moves
Mobs that lob rocks and the blood that the club drew
The Grande finale to this travesty of a game show
Make it up as you go, when you find a new home