CAULDRON OF DESTRUCTION

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

They conjure a spell on this night, 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 to 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 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