Blood & Billions
The thought was there
As sure as the egg was consummated
As sure as the seed was germinated
A bird flew down on the mound of slag
It landed on what it thought was a secure perch
But the bird was mindless in the way of chaos
Its perch was precariously pulled by gravity and
Forces the bird did not understand
The gray flat jagged used piece of slag
Slid
Hitting others as others hit others as others hit
The bird flew off
While the slag heap's side slid down crushing
Itself and surroundings
He knew that he was right
And after the blood of innocents
Who have done nothing but live there
Who have gone to serve there
Who have died the same death
And after the billions that have been sent there
And it's gone into profiteer's pockets
And it's built nothing but an edifice that drips blood
Draining the life of a country as sure as a vampire drains its victim
When do the trail of tears reach his ears
When will the cries of the lost reach his eyes
After the dance
After the dance
A single stag in a grove of pines dines on the late summer
Wild grass tops
His retreat is not
Before the moment in time can be set
A wolf attacks from behind
Ripping at his flanks
Chasing him into the waiting pack as he tries to leap
Forward
Two of the pack rip at his throat
As blood rushes out his eyes open wide in that look
The pack rips at his hide
And he dies
Food now for the victors
Food is one thing, blood and billions scores on
Another plane
When will this music of screams cease
Whose madness chews and claws at what mindless
Single thought
Pieces and peace are dichotomies of scale