All hail the apocalyptic age

All hail the blood of sacred simpletons slain,
of murdered millions from metal's mines and mortars,
from bombs and bullets and bayonets hurled by the insane.

All hail the sweat of worshipping worker's pain,
of marketed millions mindlessly lusting and laboring
for holy-hellish artifacts, for architects of capitalistic gain.

All hail the graves of countless corpses that remain,
of mortal millions martyred- children of the industrial age,
from selfless serving sacrifice to gasping grasping greed's reign.

All hail the death of innocence, of promised paradise lost,
of faceless figures, nameless, numbered, and forgot,
by poisoned profiting politicians who never counted the cost.

D.M.W. August 28, 2012