Attack of the Magic Carpet Brigade

Attack of the Magic Carpet Brigade                               May 29, 2005

One fine day while I was awake,

It seemed like such a normal day.

The mindless masses were away at work,

As numb as ever in the head, so we assume.

The children were at school, eventually to play,

And all seemed to be innocent as usual,

Then came the horrors that would follow,

The attack of the magic carpet brigade.

Innocence, then, was lost.

The brigade attacked in the name of religion,

That folly of a pseudo-science. What a folly.

What followed was a case of death and destruction

The likes of which we've not seen in eons.

Fire, fire everywhere. Here, there, everywhere.

Oh my. What a bloody mess.

So the magic carpet brigade got theirs in,

Something a little more than a punch to the eye.

We are bleeding now as a society, in grave pain,

And we must strike back, strike hard and fast.

We mustn't take these things lying down,

And so I take up arms,

And their turbans shall be soaked with blood.

And I take my firearm with bayonet

And charge the vermin in the magic carpet brigade.

Ferocious they are, yes. They put up resistance,

But I am unyielding. I am a tiger!

I fire and stab. I fire and stab. I must not fail!

I must not fail in the name of all we hold dear!

There seems to be an endless swarm,

And doubts begin to pop into my head.

What of my resolve if such thoughts arise?

Suddenly, winter came, and the swarm just disappeared.

They disappeared. Victory is mine. For now.

But there's always the spring time,

And I must keep a vigil, along with my brothers in arms.

We mustn't let such disasters occur again,

Not from the magic carpet brigade, nor anyone else.