Way down here in Kali’s garden
Way down here digging deep
with seeds of anger, betrayal, and the recurrent cry
of the dispossessed, the searing drive for blood and vengeance.
Way down here in Kali’s garden
Way down here digging deep
Way down here
while the faithful sleep
The pain of imperfection is always there.
This thing called human difficult to bear.
Only sensory deprivation or sensory overload will make you not care.
Whichever road you take will lead you to death.
Cheers to the few who dance their way through
til death comes into view.
But way down here in Kali’s garden
everybody’s angry
everybody’s got an ax to grind.
From the first war of birth, Kali oversees in blood.
A mythic image cast in a dark shadow to the violence
that leads to the awareness of the human.
Kali receives the prayers of we depraved humans,
the prayers of the downtrodden,
the prayers of our greed,
the prayers for protection in our weakness.
Way down here in Kali’s garden
while the faithful sleep.
Way down here in Kali’s garden
where roses bloom in blood and
revolutions spring from angry tombs
Way down here digging deep
while the faithful sleep
Kali’s moon is dark
far beneath the earth with motives hidden
The whisper of her lust forbidden
in ceremonies of darkness driven.
