The Boogey Man

There is a Boogey Man

Lives under your bed

N whispers religion

Into your head

Nonsensical words

Of a backwards age

To fill you with arrogance

And holy rage

The Boogey Man chooses

Only a few

To hear his desires

Before dawning’s dew

No Gays are chosen

No migrants or Jews

He’s never chose women

Nor Black folk too

Indigenous are out

Don’t ask me why

I don’t listen to Boogey Men

I’ve big fish to fry

I’ve only contempt

of the need for Jihads

Burning of witches

Always was bad

I’ve got busy

With rocking this boat

When it’s tipped

Will be my time to gloat

The order of things

Will turn upside down

And today’s smiling politicians

Will wear b’reft frowns

The people again

Empowered will be