On Holiday

Today
All the prayers have gone unanswered;
The gods, it seems,
Have gone on holiday,
/
Smoking Cuban cigars,
Betting galaxies and lives
As they laugh and play
Russian roulette
/
Today
The world’s been left ungoverned;
The gods, they know
It’s too busy to rebel,
/
Selling and buying souls,
Some dirt-cheap, and others so
High-priced that even the gods
Must bargain for them
/
Today
All the dead’ve been left unburied,
And those who have survived
Have lost their minds;
/
There was no one to pray
To, and nobody to blame,
No role model to abide
By the rules of the game
/
Today
The world has all but ended;
Because the gods have gone
On holiday