Who said its all over

A pigeon on his shoulder

a poster in his hands

piles of heads and intestines

someone was making plans

now for a greater holocaust

as more innocent were killed

their heads chopped off

with bloody knives

so much blood was spilled

its hard to come to terms with fear

and frights and anguish too

as all around your feet the heads

roll

and you know yours will do

the same soon

roll

until its eyes

are wide

and looking upwards

but they will not see the skies

the knives have ended

all those dreams

and now they all do lie

not attracting anything

not even a crippled fly

so much choice even

the rats

wont nibble on your hair

or scratch through your intestines

nothing wants to share

religion and the holy men

their white clothes drenched in blood

their scriptures full of puke and piss

they should be in the mud

with all the bloody  carnage too

for there’s is no goddess  who

ever wanted sacrifice like this

and that is true

the wonderment of natural life

with all its love and zest

creation took that miracle

and really made it best

some psycho with some filthy knife

and no damned heart at all

not much more than a shit machine

went mad in Nepal

and this is the result

of disobedience and sin

of the ugliest foulest vilest crimes

to ever underpin

the church the  fucking sufi’s

the yogi’s and them all

who stand before the goddess

on the mountains in Nepal