Would Anybody like some Champagne?

The man stood on a lonely hill the wreckage all around him.

He stood alone for no one lived but in the ground beneath him.

The buildings burned and the ground shook,

the bureaucrats stood smiling.

They watched the towns burn to dust in their chairs made of golden filling.

His family died, his house turned ash, all because of HIM.

He wondered whether HE existed, his faith as fragile as the burning ceiling.

They did not care for their seats were gold and their glasses filled with champagne.
His scream resounded in the air as the smoke bellowed,
they never looked up, just kept on smiling.
Oh those bureaucrats, when do they ever stop smiling?
Only when the ground beneath them faltered
and the chairs dropped to the ocean down under.
Only when the glass clanked against the tiling
and the grass shook due to fevered lighting.
This did not happen, for HE did not allow it.
Instead, the ground swallowed the only man on the lonely hill,
as someone, very loudly asked, 'would anybody like some champagne?'