Season Of Death Poem by Kevin Patrick

Scarred skies are raining bullets
Seeping cities into ruins
Bombs bloom over skyscrapers
Sprouting fields of wreckage
The Shopping malls are abotoirs
With overstock of fresh corpses
Nurseries are mortuaries
Where cradles are makeshift coffins


And nations peck like rabbling crows
As a madman sows destruction
Cultivating marching butchers
Raised on lies and jingoism
Scarecrows grow in bloodied heaps
Their flesh turning to a grey sky
It's spring and the only cleaning
Is the cleansing of genocide