It’s as if the heavens opened up,
and angels sounded their trumpets.
These are the end of times,
at least, for now,
in the heat of the moment.
They gave us a sign,
no time to lose.
They keep aching and breaking,
the weight of our shoes.
We look over our shoulders,
the protest singing.
The screens, the flashes,
the burning wreckage.
In times of stress,
I read the press.
They believe in God,
their work,
and the Holy Ghost.
so give them the best of both worlds.
This is what they asked for,
in the wake of a civil war.
They keep egging you on,
so you give them,
what you feel they deserve.
The revolution is televised,
haven’t you heard?
The people bleed for this,
so you give them,
what you feel is the worst.
Your constituents.
Your subjects.
The people,
who never gave you the light of day.
