Death lurks and laughs with flash of eyes,
salacious stare in sheol's mask -
with fusty-fetid forlorn sighs;
gravedigger digging at his task.

Peregrine Vulture, viscid sweet,
devours our Western culture fast,
as lipid-leavings steam the street
while proud pied pipers file on past.

Our Western cultures waft and wane
rejecting poverty's canard.
Spawn of alien earthen plane,
naive nouveau its own petard.

Eternal songs of freedom ring;
neo-cons kneel to just one drum
hearing only neo-cons sing
while humming still their hubris hum.

Contentious inattention made,
turbulent with temerity,
a price that Western culture paid
that fuels a world's hostility.

Scorn has stained sweet liberty's dreams
and pompous prophet neo-cons
with sick and secret silent schemes
break their bread with bludgeoning bombs.

Black death still lurks and lusts in wait;
great defender of no culture,
feigning fates felicity great -
feed fast, proud Peregrine Vulture.