The Fire

The dread been telling you And you hypnotized by high fashion society And you backslider calling yourself celebrity The dread been telling you Dread things to come coming now A fire on the dry canefields of sophisticated reality A fire red hot and burning and churning mortality Emotions harrowed without plough The dread hustled it for a song Minds frazzled, mankind on the edge of inanity Tettered and strained in thought shackles of vanity Time to reap the world wind of wrong. Finally the ceiling of heaven is crack On laments and libels uncongeal before the throne The almighty Yahweh is ready to redeem his own For whip and whack he will pay back The tyranny on the pitied poor The fire rises from the west and the dark winds moan Across the crooked tide of seas, he will not condone The child crying at the callous door Of mercy and man's insensitivity Behold the fire that fable and kingdom has overthrown Red hot and burning dread, God walks here alone Weeding out the crass and inhumanity