Dialing 999

Dialing 999

What should you do

With a meth head zombie

Bangs on the door?

And how should you feel

When a pack of dogs

Hits you from behind?

This is nothing  new

But it is getting worse

As everything falls apart

Just like you knew it would. 

A symptom can tell you something

But this one is spreading fast

The evil progression

Of a viral disease.

One thing leads to another

And even an animal can sense his chance

To lash out at what he hates

Any way he can.  

It’s not about money

Because all the money in the world

Will never change the truth

And that is the reality

Staring at us

With dead eyes.

To hell with the world

So callous and shallow

Let it rot and fall apart

Never to be remembered

Or mourned. 

Bottom heavy, top heavy

And foundering in the water

Over fed and over indulged

Dumb, wasted and dead.

We reap the harvest

That others have sown

A bitter crop of evil

Sharp and jagged.  

How much more

Can anyone swallow?

And still pretend  that it’s okay

When everything that is good

Is thrown away and ignored. 

Not nearly soon enough

Is the giant roused from sleep

Lifting up his arm

To avenge the good

And the peaceful.    

I am staring now

Down at the street

Just as disgusted as ever

Of all that we have wrought. 

The last word, is God’s

And I pray his presence is felt

In every heart that shall receive it

Before all this crumbles 

Down to the ground.