The Dreadlord Poem by felix paintwhenpainted

down the streets ran the screaming head
shouting and mumbling while his eyes bled
watch out! here come the dread lords!
they are marching over the far fords!

the town is in panic
the mayor goes manic
preachers stand on a soap box
and the rioters get ready to throw rocks
the police ready their shields and arms
and the peasants burn down their farms

the dread lords come in great size!
they will come and tear out your eyes!
each friend and a neighbor
to do each other favour
with daggers in their hands
and buckets full of sand
bleed their friends through their sockets
and put each others eyes in their pockets

the loudest are the righteous
and the good ones are now sightless
the mayor for his own power gets an erection
as all the squabbling blind seek his bleeding protection
and with his hacked out eyes
he beholds that he has reached the sky

the fear has begun to grow and swell
and the streets have degenerated into bloody messy hell
the mindless blind cant find their way home
their jagged teeth and cracked lips covered in foam
each hungry for food and thirsty for water
each sightless and lifeless and empty of laughter

the city in flames
police aren't to blame
mayor with torn out eyes looks on
as the police beat randomly at the throngs
a square full of hats and visors
who's eyes are lost and none the wiser

the blue badges are blindly lost
but loyally keep their post
the slightest lost footstep or sound
with rubber bullets they pound

or in the streets
blindly patrolling their beats
arresting on smell or instinct
dragging them off to any old corner that sounds like the precinct
beaten and booted as teeth start to fly
then left in the sidewalk jail to die

the crying, lost, wandering child
eyes torn out and bled, till it went wild
mom and dad both came home from work
then dug each others eyes out with a fork
then they both turned towards their little kids
stared at them with blood seeping out between their lids
daddy to son went with screwdrivers
and mommy took out daughters eyes with rusted pliers

and when the blood had clotted
and the blind bodies had wrotted
the massacre was already done
the population was all dead, blind, and gone
when in marched the dreadlord
and beheld the overwhelmingly human absurd