Hark! The herald agents spin,
“Glory to the new norm’s Bling!
piece the earth and purchase wild,
gods and monsters reconciled!”
Fearful, all ye nations rise,
feel the terror, land and sky;
with all ancient ghosts, now fight
faith as all, without insight.
Hark! the herald agents spin,
“Glory to the new norm’s Bling!”
Prophets laugh and sigh and yawn
every time a cult is born:
when, again, some men, assured,
by their holiness applaud;
snake oil from the Godhead squeezed
into earthen deities;
pleased for our Free Will to quell;
their utopias to swell.
Hark! the herald agents spin,
“Glory to the new norm’s Bling!”
Mark! usurpers of the Peace,
Mark to market, fallacies.
Light and Life from which they shrink;
Artifice and Rapture drink.
Trumpets wearing banners ply;
slaves consume, resisters die
by the neo-fascist scourge
evil-bound for all it’s worth.
Hark! the herald agents spin,
“Glory to the new norm’s Bling!”
[December, 2015]
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