The Empty Prey

And if by love they should be saved
lift them by angels
in innocence to a horizons trumpet

They who have fallen unnumbered
to the hate of bullets
and the factions of brush aside politics

And then by flag those nations of God
share the profits

Raise this silence to a desolate choir
purported reports of agony
blast them on the newsreels of insanity

Gods of the bomb
the stalwarts of tomb stones
by billions count their collateral damage

When you prey do you think god is listening ?

When you agree do you think God enjoys the carnage ?

They do not exist among histories counted
in corpse ridden piles
but soak their blood in televised heroics

As by hell only expedient created
the foul mouthed bankers of the false profits

Such are their ghosts
forgotten and uncounted
sacrificed to the warring trade of economics

And by the flags of those nations of God
wave on high the belligerence of their self elected mob

These empty prey of a weapons industry
in the champing mouths of governing bodies
chew out their lives to spit cold bile and feed humanity

The guidance of saviors a joker in the pack of deaths card game
But by the salvation of guns shall share the blame
in hatreds disassociation
    
When you prey do you think God is watching ?

When you agree do you think God is enjoying the carnage ?

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