Dune's Raven

Raven, raven, black as night

You cry out to me in your blight.

Your bleeding heart, ripped apart,

One, Two, Three, at once depart.

Left and right, here come the Yanks,

Beware your oil fields and your banks.

From your household, the banshees wail,

Prophesying without fail.

Your lifeblood, cavorts to the rhythm,

The rhythm of your ruination.

Illusive, is the algorithm,

To this quintessential abomination.

'Twas your blood which painted crimson,

The bullets of their treason.

So quick, your demise,

By knaves, whom you despise.

Vainglorious roses once incarnadine,

Now a pale, mimsy vine.

Your hurt, no more superficial,

Than hope, now artificial.

Wrong in all the right ways,

Right in all the wrong ways,

The world beholds freedom,

But your life endures thralldom.

You say the young,

Speak the Devil's tongue.

Democracy, Zionism, the latest fad,

Brainwashed, are the infants of Baghdad.

Behind these walls you weep,

On barren beds of sand, you sleep.

Convinced the days are but rancid reveries,

You beseech the Empyrean to calm anxieties.

As day turns night,

Stars O so bright,

Guide thee on thy flight,

To escape this terrible might.