I listened through the wishing horn and

I Listened Through The Wishing Horn
And Heard The Calls Of Drowning Fish.
The Salted Rivers Burst Their Banks,
The Spoilers Had Hijacked My Wish.
Though Days Went By Before I Saw
That All I Wished Would Come To Pass
The Goodness In Me Vented Forth
As Bubbles Blowing From My Ass
And Poisoned All With Which It Made
A Contact Or A Merest Hint.
My Only Hope, To Wish Again
But This Time With An Inverse Tint.
I Asked For War And Greed And Loss
Of All Hope For Humanity.
God Said, -Å—i-‘ve Already Seen To That!
Anything Else, While I Still Have My Sanity? -