They come out of the woodworks
in the cold and dead of night
the maggots and the worms that tell you
what you can’t say and what they don’t want to hear
they will ooze through the muddy ground
and rear their little heads
the ones that suck the strength from
the minds and hearts of men
the ones who suck and feed on the blood
of the young and the truthful
and they will bring with them
darkness again
and the clouds will gather again
and the storms will swirl above our heads again
and the murders and the torture and the repression
will be upon us again
and we will be told again
that we cannot say what we need to say and want to say
and they will threaten us with their guns and their goons and their
hideous half formed reasons born of fear and fright
wrapped, bound, and concealed
in the condemnations of their prophets
and we will die
and our families and sons and daughters will die
so that others may live again sometime
in the future
but not far off
because then our words will be important again
because then we will say what we can’t say
again
and there will come a day
when the savages the beasts and the barbarians
will have to give way again
and the word will become true and noble and fearsome again
because the word will have something to fight again
and the evil that sows the fear and the sorrow and the misery in men’s minds
will be confronted again
and it will be defeated as it always has been
because it always will be
because it’s only the cowards who cower behind the holy
to silence the truly Holy
and there will come that day
again
when everything is forbidden
and goodness is permitted again
and you will know the beast
by the vein on its forehead
by the anger in its voice
by the desperate fear in its eyes
by the trembling of its flesh
because they will know
and you will know
the day has come
when the skies will fall
and the ground will give way under their hooves
and the children will have their future
again.
