Sunday, August 26, 2007

A Ballad For APEC

The devil wore a crucifix
his preacher drove a Porsche
and together they rode the world
to plunder and debauch.
The blood red moon in Sydney's sky,
one day they'll write it down
as the worst of bad moons rising
as the king put on his crown.

The message spread across the land
of what was yet to come
as congregations gathered
to march to Freedon's Drum
The king's best town criers
called us rotten to the core
And the minstrel roamed the cities
cursing the Masters of War

Last night I had the strangest dream
of sickness in the sky
It was put there by the king
to stop us asking why.
Be conquererd or be slaughtered
was the message that he spread
Surrendering your liberty
is better than being dead.

In shock from what they saw, the people
did as they were told
And as they gazed into the sky
the king took all their gold
He said that he'd protect us
and fled across the sea,
and left us here to wonder why,
in chains of misery.

Thanks, Fiona Reynolds, for the inspiration


At 1:54 AM, Blogger Evan said...

Hi Richard,

I found you through your latest piece on Webdiary (which is what this comment is really about).

I wanted to complement you on raising the serious issue of combating terrorism, and to say this in a forum less dominated with the debate on Iraq and who makes the weapons (in the long run it doesn't matter too much).

So, congratulations and thanks.



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