Imminent

 
appeal to the dark thoughts
inviting and devious
entertaining the devils
slithering through the hallowed halls
dining on your greed
insidious with need
you bend to scrape
 
kiss the dragon as he rises
ten horns, a thousand eyes
the politics of the place
 
revolting terror insinuates your weak
horror of a relic with great dynasties
playing tribute to tares
it is the way of the masses to follow
over the cliffs and far below
 
take a breath, while the dragon breathes smoke
the King of Tyre is facing a reckoning
little belief pacing herself
the crowds gather with complaint
a revolt perhaps
 
star bangled glory beholds us coming
disgruntled tummies, turning into growls and snarls
their cross to bear
 
I fear war on the horizon
a black wall of hate imminent