“Bingo”

Bingo perished
He was lost
His path to heaven
Became a cost
Sibuya cries
She cries so much
That certain humans
Fail to touch

Their hearts
And souls
This wizened lot
They walk the darkly path
They are not
Of this world
This world so true
They come from nothing
And go back to

So many now depend on those
Whose horn of keratin
They suppose
Is really gold
But keratin
Rewards them so
And for their sin

And ignorance they
Its said the few
Who slaughter angels
As they do
Its a hopeless task
Even to ask
These freaks of nature who

They are and why
They are taken in
By what we know
Is the last, great sin
But they are and corruption plays
A part
In leaving us all
With a broken heart