While The Flood Brings it to Mud and Blood

While The Flood Brings It to Mud and Blood

While the flood brings it to mud and blood,
greedy rats are having cigarettes
around a table stand-in sinful dinners.

“Ah! No worry no worry! Dinners paid by forests!”

“And water?”

“Chill! It’s all set by rivers that have forgotten their own paths!” The Big Boss said.

While the flood brings it to mud and blood,
the well-fed taking New Year’s ticket
or even sweating on a golf course:
and everything lies dead un-purpose

while the flood brings it to mud and blood,
there is no new year sparks
no, na-ah
just the sky turning dark

branches lie scattered as corpses:
body splitted and severed

some forced to carry what’s left
some satisfy themselves

While the flood brings it to mud and blood,
“Go on! Go on!” said The Big Boss against all odds
only jungle and piles of bones are sold.

The Greedy God

The Greedy God threw away
the sacramen hosts of rice from height,
and a dull water turns into wine
:a sacrament that is not-that-holy after all.

Then The Greedy God make a pity beasts into a sacrifice,
it’s home has vanished, dragged away
by anger-waves

In luxury palace,
The Greedy God and friends merely spin in delight and feast,
and light and speech and it’s all hot air.

They Flee, They Flee in Vain

Oh, where can they turn for help, where can they seek solace?
With empty belly, they flee, they flee in vain
to a place that’s better and linked, and free from silent pain

Will somebody angry when they ask

“Is death not sweeter than being left to despair?”

Unseen but bound with no one to call whose own?
Sleep, oh sleep in peace my dear

to a place that’s better and linked, and free from silent pain