Uprising  

He'd spent too long in the afterlife      
to have any real impact      
on the do's and don'ts governing anything moral      
     
He made fists at the sky each sun up      
cursing its lodger for every damned thing.    
   
knelt in solemn prayer    
thankful for whatever judgment    
led to withholding the rains    
from the famished lands    
 
He'd always believed them lands  
to be the womb of all evil  
the epicenter of the Fairy virus  
      
we saw him when he crawled home    
from some dark speakeasy      
after he'd had his fill of mob liquor    
and been out on the fairy trail    
pointing his vile tongue at any and all    
who showed traits of 'lesser men'    
   
"The fiery lakes of hell are lapping around our feet      
ready to drown us all for the sins of the faeries"

He saw no danger at all in sending      
his dogs into the village      
but given the way the wind was blowing      
you'd think he would have had some idea      
of the ill feeling among the faeries      
who had taken to hiding in the underground     
     
we'd saw him again in the aftermath      
looking on with contempt out on the periphery        
while the first great festival of      
fairy emancipation marched on-wards        
down parade street.      
     
     
     
(apologies for the mess folks,working on cleaning it up)