Paul Watson EBOLA ZOMBIES Out of the dark African bush comes a white horse, Thundering EBOny hooves stained with primate blood. Deathly pale, ghostly rider, devoid of remorse. Trampling the dreams of millions into LA mud. Raging, snorting, coughing, from out of the darkness, A sly churlish smile curling demonic lips, Spitting poison onto a toddler’s carcass, Acidic mists emerge, rolling like long black ships. Tattered gray sails emblazoned with Seraphic signs, Armored angelic hosts with blazing swords held high, Sowing the fields with industrialized land-mines, As elected whore lords continue to deny. Belgian nuns stumbling out of infested huts, Bleeding sightless eyes, betrayed by their lying spouse, Bloated bandaged bodies bursting with bloody cuts, Mice crap, bat blood, mosquitos, the bite of a louse. Roasted monkey over open charcoaled fires, Bubbling blood infested with deadly viral doom. Consequences of anthropocentric desires, Death sweeping wombs clean, from hospital room to tomb. Baboon bones, boiled into carnivorous mush, A cheap bush meat broth liberally laced with fruit bat. Scouring jungles, burning the tropical brush, Eradicating giraffe, elephant and cat. Releasing the invisible legions of pain, Into unprepared, abundant, ignorant hosts. Cain’s disobedient children ruthlessly slain, Leaving behind villages of bewildered ghosts. The Infectress reigns upon her throne of grey skulls, Pointing skeletal fingers at crying mothers, Poisoned flesh stripped by buzzards, ravens, rats and gulls, Mournfully, guiltily, witnessed by all others. Excited drug lords salivating with anxious lust, Labs laboring to bottle promises of hope. A craven world devoid of empathy and trust, Dangling humanity on the end of a rope. For decades we warned the stupid legions of God, That bush meat was the sad source of this grisly death, Arrogant humankind will soon be shocked and awed, Spoiled Americans watch FOX with bated breath. Ebola is merely a shot across the bow, Nature’s harsh declaration to humanity, A vendetta against the axe, chain-saw and plow, A consequence of arrogant insanity. War copulates with poverty to breed disease, Unashamed, we all stand witness to the collapse, Watching the disappearance of fish, trees and bees. As impoverished billions subsist on poisoned scraps. Years ago, a nun stumbled out of the maze, Spitting black blood upon the future of our dreams. Corruption was tossed into the cleansing hot blaze, Destructive schemes rang louder than her pitiful screams The world quickly forgot the whispers of slow death, The muttering of witches around the fires, Their prophetic warning to General Thane MacBeth, Pestilence shall not keep us from our desires. Sister Fermina died in nurse Mayinga’s arms, From Yambuku to Kinshasa all she touched died, The dominant paradigm silenced the alarms, The harbinger of our collective suicide. Behold the four dark apocalyptic horses, Over-population, disease, ignorance, wars, Diminishment of rights, the rule of armed forces, Nations erecting barricades on all their shores. What humanity eats now eats humanity, The ghosts from the jungle smothers us in our beds. Pandora’s black box has unleashed calamity, The retribution of the dead begins to spread. - PW Photo: Bushmeat - the source of Ebola and retribution https://facebook/paul.watson.1426/posts/10153161290583362:0
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 12:36:45 +0000
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