By Now You Have Forgot' (To Whom It May Concern)
"With marching bands of fatherlands, and drums of Hottentots,
You lure your legions in harm's way like giant juggernauts.
Like Tweedle Dum your minions come, the sober and the sots,
The troglodytes, barbarians, and mislead patriots,
The Vandals, Huns and Hannibals and seaport Cypriots,
The Japanese, the Congolese, the Indians and Scots,
To vanquish bows and arrows, spears and catapulted shots
Of those who build their bamboo huts for families now distraught,
With withered wives with dried up breasts, and swollen babes in cots,
Who swoon, engulfed in poison darts and vats of acid hot,
Consumed by magic mushroom clouds, atomic megawatts. "In churches of your deities, your Holy Huguenots,
Your Imams, Rabbis, Voodoo Dolls and Mitered Lancelots
Lit wicked kindled candled walls in temples (while we fought)
In mosques, cathedrals, synagogues to bless each new onslaught
(Used pins and needles, magic spells on makeshift mock whatnots,
With prayers for pipers, puppets, pawns and rigid armed robots) . "While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
From branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
Your soul, like beggar's blankets, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
With dangling pearls and diamond studs in dripping crimson clots,
And gaping wounds and bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
And wrapped in chains around your neck, the Reaper's grim garrote."