Saturn Devouring His Young

Make me be remembered,

In glory bright for evermore

Speak of me with awe,

the waning heart did implore

as it talked of peace to the sound of peacock feet

marching readily ascending to a deafening roar

 

Guilty, bloodied hands are digging deep in broken lands,

For a just cause, to adorn draconian laws

Words that all bring death, carried on gales of stolen breath,

Form a chokehold to make the wary man bold

 

Little men with inflatable guns

Puffing hard to inflate their disposable sons

Little men with inflatable guns

Risk it all to reclaim their own place in the sun

 

Like Saturn devouring his young

to have his glory go on

While weeping crocodile tears for his expendable sons

Saturn devouring his young

his reign carried on

floating on the blood of his expendable sons

Saturn devouring his young