Old Daddy Warbucks

OLD DADDY WARBUCKS

here from the past
speaks to us again

his raw voice gurgles
under blood

it bubbles up
as only blood can

we soon understand
how lofty words
have always bred
soft souls

he steals our golden fleece
then speaks to us of peace
when there is no peace

but we would believe
in having cake and fun
so we follow him
like the sheep
we have become

his greedy steel hands
reach abroad to grasp
the recycled classes
of baby paper nations

this financial architect
draws innocence in red
dries it into dead
the price of black gold

while we the people
never know the score
or who chooses those
who do the bleeding
whenever daddy war
comes a-needing

Comment viewing options

Select your preferred way to display the comments and click "Save settings" to activate your changes.

Shepherd*Wolf

It is the shepherd who leads the lambs to slaughter, while the wolf desires the flock roam healthy, united, and free, just as the shepherd wears clothing from the sheep, the wolf dawns the cloak of the shepherd in order to set the flock free.