Pitchforks

A poem from 2017

She's a witch, so burn him!

Gods of the underbelly

Gangster disciples

Plebentry maddened by the lust for blood

Red mist

The usual suspects stare in self-righteous flashmobby intifada

Second nature, angry, rolling up the hill

Murderous intent

Weapons of the workers, fire and iPhones

Ablaze

Unholy trinity

Burning wood, hay and stubble

Devilish deities presiding

Half the world laughs

Half the world baths

Half the world snores

Half the world grieves

Half the world bleeds

Half the world gazes at it's navel

Half the world shrugs

Half the world goes about it's daily business

Half the world sympathises

Half the world starves

Half the world rocks

Half the world is abused

Half the world is murdered in the womb

Half the world a whitewashed tomb

God is in heaven while His Spirit roams the earth

Gold, silver and precious jewels

Father, Son, The Holy Ghost

Fire burning wickedness

Sin exposed to the flashlight and erased

Life giving Second Adam, set us free!

Redeem us, a holy people from every tribe

Appease God by your precious blood

We will follow you

We're on top of the world

And so we pray, have mercy on us