Judgment
There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
Sarah Connor
For years he kept her credit cards, and hid her keys,
and told her what to say and do.
Lately he’d started to hit her,
and then he smashed her cheek.
The coppers came and took him
and the judge tossed him in prison.
Prison was a bad place for him,
they beat him and made him their sweet meat,
each day he learned more about surviving
in the hell of his own creation.
What you gonna do when you can’t play god anymore?
What you gonna do when you’re the one beaten?
He pushed him and beat him and did things to him,
those things that only mummies and daddies do.
Lately he’d been more careless and nasty,
leaving bruises to be seen, and made him bleed
and cry, until a teacher saw and they took him away.
In prison they gave him a nasty name,
they pushed him and beat him, and did to him
those things he’d done to the little boy.
Some days they even stole his food and he went hungry,
and he lived in the same fear as that little kid.
What you gonna do when you can’t play god anymore?
What you gonna do when you’re just a rock spider to be stomped?
Over the decades he made his way in business,
cheating and looting and stealing and making the lives
of others without his power a perfect storm of misery.
In recent years he’d corrupted coppers
and pulled aside politicians.
Then he paid an enormous bribe
to make an enormously shady profit.
When the politician got caught and he got implicated
he was bankrupted and went to white collar prison with a promise
not to get out until he was old enough to be in nappies again.
What you gonna do when you can’t play god anymore?
What you gonna do when you get the justice you thought you’d avoid?
For centuries they raped and pillaged
and tortured the earth for profit.
For decades they watched the storm approach,
the forests disappear, the air get poisoned,
the rivers run dry and the oceans become acidic.
For years they made their money,
for years they watched indifferently and everything died.
They destroyed the sacred places much older than themselves,
and living things more ancient than mankind.
Then the planet died and we all starved, including the bandit looters.
What you gonna do when you can’t play god anymore?
What you gonna do when death and judgment come for you?
