I Saw Egypt On Fire Yesterday
I saw Egypt on fire yesterday
And I like Solomon winced
Not because the end of everything is ash
Jimmy told us long ago
How it would end, anyhow
The fire next time
Could only be lit
By ancient aliens webbed in modern lies
What man would burn his home
Would set fire to his heritage
These are strange people who play with fire like children
And when my house long haunted
Is made vacant by the fire's exorcism of greed
I shall go home
And plant palm trees to make my wine
And this time no guns will be permitted
No subtle tongue of lies
And shall sit and speak of our grandchildren
And wine will quench the greed that torches your soul
I shall smile, and drench the fire in your eyes.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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