CAULDRON OF DESTRUCTION


  A big black pot,  boiling over an open fire, in the 
  dark of night,

  They conjure on this night, a spell, but does it 
  Work already?

  Into it, a lying tongue since the dawn of man, 
  Smell fills the air,


  A hand that represents the false handshake of 
  Politics in our land.

  Smiling eyes that look to you until your back is 
  Turned,  change the evil.

  Broken promises throughout the world at the
  Expense  Of the innocent ones.

  Fill it up! toss in some more, how about the greed 
  Of man that will stink till dawn,

  The look of hate, we've seen it everywhere, a little 
  Of this goes a long way.

  Watch as it boils, cooks in the dark beneath a full 
  Moon,  there's more to do.

   Go ahead! add some of the selfishness, there's so 
  much to go around,

   Cauldron of destruction has been ready, boiling for 
  Years upon years,

  Have a cup, what harm can it do, we've had it before, 
  There's a spell on you.

       Keith Garrett