(Revised from 2016 on the eve of our 2024 election)
The captain of industry gleefully looks to history
As a populous forgets all the tales of prophecy
While writhing in the seduction of blame and lies.
Thus, all the best in humanity is left behind.
Firing squads, internment camps, and torture now promised.
Yes, the captain says to let the horsemen ride.
The angry populous forgets
The path of anger makes the “world blind.”
Yes, the captain says to let the horsemen ride.
The sun dons a robe of sackcloth, grieving.
The ocean’s rasping last breath,
As the moon’s face rained blood tears,
Turning rivers red.
Yes, the captain bellowed, “Let the horsemen ride.”
Hearing The Mermaids Sing 