The frogs and the locust
weren’t so bad,
But when Moses attacked
With his snake staff
The river bed bled
Streams of red
Thick and congealed
Till the currents became scabs
For mankind to pick
Leaving long dry scars
In its wake
With no water for
The saints to slake
Their divine thirst
And though Jesus said
Suffer the children unto me
And that no one should harm them
It was the children
Who were hurt worse