And He Laughs

The extraction of every valuable thing, is taking place around our world. We see it. We care, as we cry for caring too little. We think ourselves, too few. Against this grasping beast, we see ourselves too small. But we are not. We are David, all...against a great mad brute.

His army's spread, around the world, by division, phalanx, legion, doth he rule...with tractors, trucks and tanks...pills and potions, for faux feelings, with terrible pacts and contracts, to tear the earth apart...and suck her soul! He squats, atop the pile...harbors in the gaiety and thrall of parody and excess, and he laughs.

Choose your stone well, your word, and aim true...for God will guide your arm, and show you what to do...in these times, when mere mention, cause a throne to fall. There is one 'head' in all. Ye 'little ones' will stand and bring it down. Ye little ones will see it roll...and all o' this be done.

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico