How many ways can you count destruction?
The nature of death in a four-door coup
Pulverizing festive occasions
to the sounds of dancing flutes

Herding sacrificial lambs
Red, white and blue
Gone in a violet smear
Crushed under the momentous wheels
Of zealous religion

Grinding Hindu gods into a fine white paste
Pristine porcelain
Royalty slain
There is only one God
And he's driving