The bog man

Looking up the steps of Babblelon
I see the prime minister
Dressed in sackcloth
About to sacrificed a whole town

Why is he dressed in sackcloth?
Why is he not first in the queue of the dammed

It could be
That the man in the bog
Was the lord mayor of London
And that to have a high office
Cost you your life
Sacrificed to the darkness
So that the economy can grow

Looking at the hero’s of the ministry
What is the limit of their endurance?
What ominous black cloud
Can frighten even them

The people of the north
Are giggling like turkeys
How could I even think
That London could sink into a pit

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012