If I were shot and left upon the road,
Would you whistle and simply walk away?
Or would you hope that I would be resewed,
By those who wish to mend before they pray?
A lightning bolt does fall upon the earth,
It aims for men who work in plots and schemes.
Their flaming hair become the bird’s rebirth,
They see the truth but only hear the screams.
Sentient beasts do walk from place to place,
Their hoots and growls keep children trapped in fear.
They turn to phones that teach them cyberspace,
Will get them girls if they will drink the beer.
Men will always live but more will die,
Until their bones do dot the deserts dry.