Rain today, or tomorrow or next
The skies will dim and bow
To gods long dead since science vexed
Hexagonal raindrops now
Love replaced by lover’s wrath
Facsimile smiles pinned tight
Individualist bones and cancer breath
Truth awash in light
Where to turn with gods all fallen
Demons run the ramp
Tilting tower’s megaphone morals
The lady, the no-one, the tramp
Soul selling black gold digging
These the harbingers of fairness?
A trap surely for those
of plastic mores and woes
Apart they mean to tear us
Divide and skewer lie and loan
In pablum bliss we die alone
But virtuous slime to grease the crime
In domicide we moan
Please send rain oh gods of old
Clean us our contempt
live in man alive and bold
Anew begin our descent