Zarathustra

With Tanzanian zealotry, the zany zealot, Zarathustra, zaps with zeal in Zanzibar.

The Pale King bows his head 

And out of his Eye speaks the great contempt.

Surpass this Emperor Ego,
This Mad Man, 

This Doer of One Deed,
For indeed, 

The exception reversed itself 

From the Still Small Voice inside.

This Hero's love is their sorrow

His black and red men justify life 

By slaying the pitiful;
The enemy, the invalid and the fool.
They see only nastiness and virulence,
Thus, sorrow is their ticket to tomorrow.

The hypnotized bird has its neck outstretched;
Its weak reason so benumbed, 

So paralyzed and dull.
Unconcerned and unaware;

The wavering blade of the broad axe
Hovering above.

Like wilderness beasts

 Always in quarrel

Bird of disease threaten their peace;  

The peace Seekers,

 Birds of prey

Know it's curtains up for this play.