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Preachers viewing the world through armageddon tinted lenses
meet on high holy man-made summits.
Denouncing the secular tyranny,
they talk starvation over five-star holocaust and tea.
Armychair generals call down desert storms
raining down water-droplet american flags
which just can't extinguish the fire
ignited by the mother of all bombs.
Accountants calculate the cost of doing business
but not as measured in human lives.
Their foreign language.
To the farmer, silos are for grain, not radioactive shit.
And to the botanist, plant closings are what flowers do at night.
And to a sportsman, defense is not a synonym for offense.
To a mathematician, the properties of an axis are determined by Euclidean laws,
not Christian ones.
And to the child in Sunday school, "God" is not something that makes people hate.
Apologists are choking on their own tongues,
while political mutes in the street sing tone-deaf elegies
in the designated free-speech zone.
The mourning doves moan long past early twilight.
Preachers viewing the world through armageddon tinted lenses
meet on high holy man-made summits.
Denouncing the secular tyranny,
they talk starvation over five-star holocaust and tea.
Armychair generals call down desert storms
raining down water-droplet american flags
which just can't extinguish the fire
ignited by the mother of all bombs.
Accountants calculate the cost of doing business
but not as measured in human lives.
Their foreign language.
To the farmer, silos are for grain, not radioactive shit.
And to the botanist, plant closings are what flowers do at night.
And to a sportsman, defense is not a synonym for offense.
To a mathematician, the properties of an axis are determined by Euclidean laws,
not Christian ones.
And to the child in Sunday school, "God" is not something that makes people hate.
Apologists are choking on their own tongues,
while political mutes in the street sing tone-deaf elegies
in the designated free-speech zone.
The mourning doves moan long past early twilight.