The Moral Compass

The bombs of justice overcome the bombs of terror The drones of peace fight back the drones of war Some gnostics claimed this world was the God’s error I rather think about the error 404 The moral compass has not been updated Since 1970s, it wiggles every way According to the graphs the most outdated Drawn from the dust of ancient blood stains A bunch of modern noahs build new ark Which in the fit of patronage they do All gimmegrants and askers come to mark Their presence in the nest of grand cuckoo I was there too, but didn’t warble my requests Thinking that come and go would do me better Than if I’d stay as cuckoo fledgeling in that nest I was mistaken, but it doesn’t really matter.