TwentyTwelve

[cacian]

2012 is such a delve
are we all supposed to bow
to a maya calendar of sort?
reputation does preceed
any claim of mighty dear
civilised or not that is,

mayan's due a seed to clear
the so called myriad of gills
heavy handed with their gear
ravaged damaged in despair
bloodyed an entire lair
children caught up in distress
calculus had it depressed
at the savagery they gauged
over water they thought froze,
they, who thought were godly fear
held up moutains over peaks
forreged hindrance out of nought
sacrificed in doom and gloom
tearful faceless heartless pains
gory tales mess up the deal!
and prophecy is out of here!

pryamides were never sealed
stone by stone they grumble crushed
dust to dust
and eye to eye
gusty mayan in the north
rusty pharoahs in the south
and all others across the sphere,
throw by throw they shall infuse
inward upward crossed and sided
annihilation of their own.

2012 is what it is!
dated weighed and measured as
a dellusion slidding fast
a graffitti of a past,
bearing marks of Hades farce!
but then deception always fares
to only rack up all the tares
tipsy lipsy gone to drabs
for nothing wears out
rougher then
sounding hums on empty drums.