Jun 09, 2004 15:42
This may look familiar, but it's been revised
Other Than You or I by Sir Nicholas Schram
Spat like a bastard child from
The womb of Mother Earth
The Serpentines came to be
And the elder children
Were to know this brother only as
“Your Majesty.”
Such deception this is, where
Insolence is embraced
With an open palm;
An iron fist of
Industrial cowardice.
Who should soar
On a throne so high
Under a crown
Of fleshy thorns?
Not this aberration,
This abomination of sanity
Chaotic manifesto in the worldly order.
What filthy whoreson
Could feast on the hearts
Of fallen comrades
And still call himself king?
A modern Alexander, the Prate:
Ambitious and malicious
Insidious child of the ferns.
What brother could suck a
Sister’s flesh with a barbed tongue
And swallow a sanguine morsel?
What son could love not
A Mother’s touch,
But savor her sweet blood?
A hideous Oedipus, that
Rapes with gnashing teeth, with
An insatiable appetite for the meek.
Spat like a bastard child from
The womb of Mother Earth,
What vile fiend could this be
Other than you or I?
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