You shut your eyes, longing for a peace
After a long day of tire,
And your slowly settling quiet
's shattered by a spire.
What was that? How'd it die?
What skewered your beloved serenity?
Oh, d'you hear that--
That terrible thing they call 'melody'?
Like just-forming ice, its sheet of art
Stabbed with a spear by a bleeding hand,
So your tranquility's jeopardized by a confused one
With wickedness so grand!
'least fear for yourself?
'least fear your Lord!
'least dislike another's torture?
C'n you, no good, afford?
And what can one say, now,
To someone so torture-some,
Than, 'Remember the Justice, Truth,
That Day that will come.'
