A/N: This might have been written by Adam, or any of the humans facing down the Terrible Trio (if they knew 2010 events). Or maybe it's just my own response to them, now that I can't encounter a news story without envisioning at least one of their smirking faces. I don't include Death much, as he mostly cleans up after their mischief. Aplolgies for the double-spacing; that's how FF treats hitting "enter." It's based on Leonard Cohen's song "Democracy," but nearly every line has been significantly changed. I own none of this.
She's flying on a weapon of the sky
To Darfur and Baghdad, Kabul and Mumbai
And the men who kill for her think she's beautiful and pure
And she's lovely, but she lives for them to die
He's rising from the hunger in the street
From the lands where drought and blight and flood compete
And from the brutal conversation going on in every nation
To determine who will starve and who will eat
He's oozing through a hole in the wall
On a flood of pesticides and raw petrol
And he'll have a part to play on the Revelation day
Though his purpose I don't understand at all
From our wars against our bodies
From the smoky midday gloom
From the bomb beneath the mountain
From the noxious algal bloom
The Horsepersons are coming...and they bring our doom!
They're pretty and persuasive; they aren't what they seem
With fingers on the buttons which can turn us all to steam
I'm no demon, I'm no saint, and before their foul taint
I'm trapped up in a helpless little scream
But I'm stubborn as those germs that now resist penicillin
I'm gazing at the face of Death and I'm not giving in
The Horsepersons are coming...but they will not win!
Spin on, spin on, O precious Planet Earth
Through the storm of strife to persisting life and a new day's birth
Spin on, spin on, spin on
