The seer’s chants

They say this
The sage of old
Armies will flow
To the Middle East
To fight the final battle
But forget not the east
Who had silently bowed
In supplication to the great man-gods
And now wish to stand up to the beasts
They say this
The seer in the past
That Gog and Magog
Meshach and Tubal
Will rise and spear out
The war of nations
Empire in the eyes
Kingdoms within the heart
Will be purged
Hearts and souls to be torn
From faith
From life
Those who cry ‘God is Great!’
Will swing the swords
Those who screams vulgarism
Will scream on still
Those who anoint their forehead with henna
Will bow to many armed-goddesses
Scream for Kali
And kill or die
Gentle brown men with doe eyes
Women with pert breasts
Will look up
Their innocence gone
All but their hakka face
Those with almond eyes
Gentle smiles
Poetic dancers and lovers
Will hold the sword again
The time is coming
It will be soon.