“Divine Gardener” by Chet Hervey

Rumble grumble, personal guillotine
Lopping off heads daring to rise above
The smell of exhaust and dirty moisture
There’s no time to let it wither and fade
O, rebellion and pride will beckon strong
Sweetly wooing with the promise of life
Fools, flourishing for a season only
To be cut down as Word triumphs with song