I never thought I would see
Godzilla in town.
But here he is, bringing bashingly
Old constructions down.
He leaps with selective precision
From roof to suspicious roof,
Unraveling sophisticated statutes
From slender warp to subtle woof.
Whatever kept him out thus far
From muscular embrace
Is now destined to be destroyed
As the jungle creeps apace.
“Enough of urbane pretences,”
Roars Godzilla;
“look at my skull, it is hard,
And will demolish your Qila.”
I see a million hands applaud—
All aspiring, young,
Look up at Godzilla above,
And shout with a common lung
“Godzilla is the man for us,
He will for sure destroy
Our ancestors of feeble mind,
As you might a toy.”
Godzilla hears the accolades
With a blood-dripping mouth;
He yells a menace of a roar,
Heard from north to south.
Time for finicky denizens
Of civilized room and yard
To hide, or to acquiesce
To Godzilla’s command.
I see a planet headed unique
To a future of dominance,
Unmatched in annals gone before,
Or those that may come hence.
A universal reckoning is at hand,
Godzilla will show the way
To nations held back by humane laws
That have had their measly day.
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