A Lullaby To Eunuchs Poem by Charles Karia

There is a song demons sing,
To those vulnerable to them,
Through the menopause of prayer,
And the lulling dreams of wealth
The song soothes faint saints,
Into seeing things temporal
As if they are eternal pursuits.
So they adore houses and boats,
And all exciting things that rot,
There is a prestigious car model-
And we need a nicer house.
The sinners so remain unsaved
As they listen to the dark songs.