Mad as Hatters

The liar flatters
the crowd that chatters
until the earth, outraged, just shatters.
Dropped, the thrice-used hammer clatters
as from above, the love that matters,
throbbing from the fist that batters,
looks down on God's flesh in tatters
and, as life's last blood drop spatters,
sighs, "It's finished." The small crowd scatters
and runs for home as dark rain patters.
Look what we've done! We're mad as hatters!