The Evolution of a Slyman

Holy War III – Apocalypse (an old poem)

Stained in glory, here before me

No song of victory

In steaming fury, a one man jury

Open the guillotine

An imperial power, his monstrosity towers

Hail the mighty king

For I am but only, a lonely solider

Killing for majesty

Many are like me, living to serve thee

Dying is integrity

Fiercely strong, so we push on

Won’t stop till victory

We didn’t start it, but we’ll finish it

Soldiers of World War III

First come the showers, explosions of power

So wickedly fearsome we are

Then we move through with swiftness, conquer with quickness

So righteously phantoms of death

For our gods and our country, so our sons live peaceably

We smash out the puritan’s seed

In our push for the win, we committed a sin

Underestimating the mankind’s greed

Nobody won World War III

Now that it’s over, no longer a soldier

A vagabong left to be

I remember the hour, of nuclear power

Destroying society

The cities are ruined, species is long gone

Nothing left in the sea

The sun is scorching, the air is on fire

My skin is peeling from me

Soon there will be, nothing left of me

The lone victor of World War III

– T.C. Downey 1992

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s