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Something wicked this way comes...

  • Aug 21, 2020
  • 2 min read

Updated: Feb 11, 2021

before you read: Themes covered might be slightly offensive and open to debate. George Floyd, for example, is mentioned in the last stanza so bear down


Something Wicked This Way Comes

As the titan Kronos overthrew his father


The golden ichor on his clothes

Celebrating with his sibling after avenging his mother


Slowly starting to rule the world


Getting married and starting a family


Looking at his firstborn with this look in his eyes


His wife, Rhea, thought inside


“Something wicked this way comes”

The first few humans settled in caves

Equipped with stones, plants and flames


Starting families, developing communities


Doing anything to achieve bare necessities


Smiling with children, farming together


And then emerged a tyrant with this evil gleam in his eyes


As the quiet sage in the corner mumbled


“something wicked this way comes”

A few decades in New Rome


As emperors began to rule


And Tiberius passed away


The teenage boy, the successor, Caligula started to give a speech


As the view cuts to a little girl sitting on the front row


While her mother tells her, nodding


“something wicked this way comes.”

Last century, a young soldier


commended for his bravery and patriotism


Slowly and gradually worked his way from the bottom


to all the way at the top


And as he got more fame and power


and more faux science books to read


He declared an emergency, stroking his thin mustache


As a man in the crowd warned


“something wicked this way comes.”

A policeman in Minnesota the other month


Took a man and pinned him to the ground


Took far too much action than required


Did far more than he was allowed


And as he placed his feet on the poor man’s neck


And the man just scrambled for breath


While a little boy at home, listening to this, screamed


“something wicked this way comes”







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